jennifervb
Well-Known Member
from behind my "rat clubhouse" underneath the desk.
Pulled the clubhouse out only to find Basil gnawing away at the wood moulding at the base of the wall! :shock:
Lord, you should see my condo now! Between both Ben and Basil, I have carpet corners without pyle... a fireplace hearth freed from the paint which once graced its exterior and now... wall base moulding in a classic, splintered, state.
Since the boys only seem to wreak their havoc in hidden places; I think I will protect the walls, they tend to favor, with plexiglass. I don't care about the carpet. I fully planned on replacing it with wood floors before I even bought the condo.
I don't want to trap my little men in a playpen. Ben is so happy under the couch. I often find his little nose poking out of the Trader Joes paper bag I have down there for him to hide in.
While on the subject... did I mention my futon couch? I'm sure there is a very logical explanation as to WHY they use the cushions to pee on. I'm sure it must be connected with their love of shredding the pillow shams, chewing holes through the couch cover and making little peek-a-boo patches in the throw... :laugh4:
By the grace of God... I still manage to maintain my sense of humor and dote on my little guys. Fortunately, I have enough intelligence to know NOT to feed them their treats anywhere other than in their cage.
Bosc Pears are the new rage with a little piece of cheese. :love6:
Pulled the clubhouse out only to find Basil gnawing away at the wood moulding at the base of the wall! :shock:
Lord, you should see my condo now! Between both Ben and Basil, I have carpet corners without pyle... a fireplace hearth freed from the paint which once graced its exterior and now... wall base moulding in a classic, splintered, state.
Since the boys only seem to wreak their havoc in hidden places; I think I will protect the walls, they tend to favor, with plexiglass. I don't care about the carpet. I fully planned on replacing it with wood floors before I even bought the condo.
I don't want to trap my little men in a playpen. Ben is so happy under the couch. I often find his little nose poking out of the Trader Joes paper bag I have down there for him to hide in.
While on the subject... did I mention my futon couch? I'm sure there is a very logical explanation as to WHY they use the cushions to pee on. I'm sure it must be connected with their love of shredding the pillow shams, chewing holes through the couch cover and making little peek-a-boo patches in the throw... :laugh4:
By the grace of God... I still manage to maintain my sense of humor and dote on my little guys. Fortunately, I have enough intelligence to know NOT to feed them their treats anywhere other than in their cage.
Bosc Pears are the new rage with a little piece of cheese. :love6: