I come home, all is well. Peer into everyone's tubs...wait. My Cinny, Ash, is curled up onto an enormous pile of bedding, his water dish is empty, full of bedding...and there's no heat. It's 70 in all the tubs. I notice the bedding on the floor, too. Oh, god. Turns out, the day after I left (I'd been gone a whole week, mind you!) my little sister pulled down the tub, and unplugged the heating. Mum put everything back, in the hopes it would all be okay, but fearing my wrath, didn't even call to tell me. No heat. Whole week.

Not to mention the room I put my new baby spider in to quarantine and carefully locked up was open, flung wide.

Thankfully, After forcing mouths open and listening closely, I'm pretty sure no one's developed an RI-yet.

I know, I know, ultimately this is my fault. I've had my snakes in my mom's room over winter, because it was the warmest room in the house. Just irritated that she didn't call!

Ah well. /rant over.