The Bobling Report
Aug. 15th, 2006 08:19 pmAlso known as: WHY GOD WHY?
Bob was being a stubborn ass and, no matter how much I poked his adorable little bum, would not get into his box.
After several tries involving several different boxes, he finally went into the original box (arrrgh!) and I was able to set him aside.
I swapped out peat moss for Bed-A-Beast and did my usual cleaning duties. The dirt level in his tank is now significantly higher, and I feel that he's safer with higher and fluffier dirt. But cleaning + tiny, irritated spider = Kiffie's eyeballs going AIEEE. Somewhere along the line, I got a hair in my eye. It burns so bad. D:
Now I am just doing my typical spazzing out until he emerges from his box and I can be sure he's okay. Poking and box and moving him and feeling his weight in there makes Kiffie go OH NO DID I HURT HIM WHY?! for a little while, even though logic says I was as careful as could be. Eh.
Now back to your regularly-scheduled program.
Bob was being a stubborn ass and, no matter how much I poked his adorable little bum, would not get into his box.
After several tries involving several different boxes, he finally went into the original box (arrrgh!) and I was able to set him aside.
I swapped out peat moss for Bed-A-Beast and did my usual cleaning duties. The dirt level in his tank is now significantly higher, and I feel that he's safer with higher and fluffier dirt. But cleaning + tiny, irritated spider = Kiffie's eyeballs going AIEEE. Somewhere along the line, I got a hair in my eye. It burns so bad. D:
Now I am just doing my typical spazzing out until he emerges from his box and I can be sure he's okay. Poking and box and moving him and feeling his weight in there makes Kiffie go OH NO DID I HURT HIM WHY?! for a little while, even though logic says I was as careful as could be. Eh.
Now back to your regularly-scheduled program.