I told the twins to let the guinea pig run around in SS's room while PS cleaned out her cage. We have a little carrier, but the poor creature spends her whole life in a cage, and I though she might like the chance to roam a bit. (She is more timid and apt to scratch than our previous guinea pig-maysherestinpeace-so the kids don't play with her as much.)
The only way she could get into trouble in SS's room is if she got under the bed--a daybed with a trundle. So I told the kids, "block off the front of the bed and make sure she doesn't get under there."
Just because I can foresee the future doesn't mean I can prevent it. Five minutes later I hear, "Mo-oooomm! Stephany's under the bed." (I hate "Mo-oooommm!" Nothing good ever follows "Mo-oooomm." If I'm lucky, it's just whining or tattling. If I'm not so lucky bodily fluids or animal carcasses are involved.)
Of course she is. And we can't see her because of the trundle. And I'm afraid we'll squish her if we try to move the trundle.
So the kids are on guinea pig watch, locked in SS's room and hoping Stephany makes an appearance soon. I don't think she's coming out--this is the most nervous animal I have ever seen. But hopefully she'll get hungry soon. She does love to eat, and is almost as big as a cat.
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Make it a family event. Have your husband lift the bed and your girls catch the guinea pig. You will be doing the most important job of all of course, supervising.
I agree. Or lure her out with lettuce. My husband's hand-me-down-from-an-ex-girlfriend-guinea-pig-that-I-hated would squeal incessantly every time he heard the fridge open because he expected that lettuce would soon follow. I hated that damn furry rat.
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