October 14th, 2009


pig owner fail

I dropped Pinky on his face. I feel like the worst guinea pig human ever. He was only about two feet up from the floor of the pen, and I was trying to get him in there fast because he was biting me kind of hard through my sweatshirt. We'd had some fun hang-out-on-the-couch time, but he was obviously done. Anyway I went to put him back and just wasn't holding him right because he struggled out and POW, eyes first to the floor.

He got up and made sad little wheeky crying noises, if guinea pigs can cry that's what it'd sound like I think. I had no idea what to do, it was the most pathetic sound I've ever heard. Then he went into his house and didn't really do much. I kept checking on him.

I try to remind myself that he once jumped from a full-speed run face-first into his cage, and just shook it off, so he must be kind of sturdy. I put some hay out later and he ran out to eat with the roommates, and he's on top of his house now like he usually is, so I think he'll survive. I just feel bad.

(Plus some little voice in the back of my head keeps asking what would happen if I had a human baby someday, and she bites me and I drop her on her face. Is that weird?)