PiedPiper
Well-Known Member
. . . and poor little Rooi ended up with a gash on his side. :sad3:
To re-cap, last night I moved the R695 where the babies are housed down into the Rat Room next to the big boys' FN (but not within touching distance). Today, I dabbed them all with vanilla, put them in the bathtub with a big pan of banana flavoured pablum, armed myself with a towel, a thick pair of gloves and a thin book, set the timer for five minutes and prayed that it all would go well. Well, my prayers went unanswered. There was a lot of milling around and sniffing for about 4 minutes and 55 seconds and then all hell broke loose. When it was over, the big boys were all foofed up to about five times their normal size and the poor babies were frozen in place like statues. It was only when I started frantically gathering up the babies to put them back in their carrier that I noticed that we had an injury.
Poor Rooi "seems" to be okay. He is eating and carrying on like normal. His gash is no longer bleeding. I did try to clean him up as best I could but he still looks a mess. So what happens now? Do we stop for a while? Do we continue? Do the boys kiss their spectacular sets of goolies goodbye? We're all very shaken and my confidence in myself has just been shattered. I feel terrible that I could have allowed this to happen. I'm a wreck. :cry3:
Help.
To re-cap, last night I moved the R695 where the babies are housed down into the Rat Room next to the big boys' FN (but not within touching distance). Today, I dabbed them all with vanilla, put them in the bathtub with a big pan of banana flavoured pablum, armed myself with a towel, a thick pair of gloves and a thin book, set the timer for five minutes and prayed that it all would go well. Well, my prayers went unanswered. There was a lot of milling around and sniffing for about 4 minutes and 55 seconds and then all hell broke loose. When it was over, the big boys were all foofed up to about five times their normal size and the poor babies were frozen in place like statues. It was only when I started frantically gathering up the babies to put them back in their carrier that I noticed that we had an injury.
Poor Rooi "seems" to be okay. He is eating and carrying on like normal. His gash is no longer bleeding. I did try to clean him up as best I could but he still looks a mess. So what happens now? Do we stop for a while? Do we continue? Do the boys kiss their spectacular sets of goolies goodbye? We're all very shaken and my confidence in myself has just been shattered. I feel terrible that I could have allowed this to happen. I'm a wreck. :cry3:
Help.