A Bed Time Story... of Sorts

[Eric Alan]

Hello Friends,

I've gotten into the routine of doing late Friday night tub checks. I've noticed that it helps me to have better Saturday feeding results if I make sure everyone has a completely fresh tub going into the weekend. As luck would have it, all three of my proven females decided to leave me something to do. No problem - that's what I was there for anyway (that's what I'm always there for). I take them out, clean them off, weigh them, and put them back in a new tub one by one - everything goes smoothly. No sooner had I walked out of the bedroom door, then out from behind me arose such a noise, I spun around to see what could possibly be making such an awful retching sound. I quickly start doing tub checks again and it doesn't take me very long to hear, and now see, exactly what was going on. One of my newly cleaned girls was mouth-open, head and tail up in the air, body in full stretch across the length of her tub, convulsing, projectile pooping, and farting louder than anything tipping the scales at a petite 4 pounds should be capable of doing! Poor thing!

Now, I've read some threads on here about this before, and have had a nice laugh at most of them, but nothing could have prepared me for tonight. It's far worse in person than anything I could ever have imagined - dare I say earth-shattering. When she had finished doing her business, of course, she needed to be cleaned up again. I took her out again, cleaned her off again, weighed her again, and put her back in yet another new tub to hopefully, rest peacefully for the remainder of the night. She's certainly earned that much. Without going into too much detail (yes, I know that ship has sailed), I am now endlessly thankful that we, as humans, don't eat anything with any considerable amount of hair still attached. I don't blame her one bit for acting like she was acting with the little hairball bricks that burst forth the second time around. I'm just glad she waited until she was back in her tub.

Man, that sound though...

Have a good night!

Best regards,
Eric

[rlditmars]

Have you considered being a writer? That was disturbingly descriptive. Normally I end my response with "Thanks for sharing", but this time I think not so much.

[AlexisFitzy]

This is exactly how I felt when I first experienced the horror of a snake fart. It's always late at night, and I swore a monster was in my room about to attack me at any second. It was terrifying until I knew it was just a snake fart, then I was dying laughing while my heart was still pounding from being startled awake by it lol. These stories are always the best


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