Pretzels middle name isn't "houdini" for nothing...I have a wooden vivarium with sliding glass doors.
If I've been out anywhere, the last thing I do when I go out and the first thing I do when I return is to check Pretzels viv...Just a sort of OCD thing I do.
I checked the doors - Closed. I went out...
When I came home from shopping with my friend, I go upstairs, I check again.
One side is open...about four inches. Of course I panickedMy Grandparents (who I live with) aren't going to deal well with "Erm, Pretzel's got out and I havent a clue where she is."
:S
But I checked inside the viv anyway and of course she was there, looking at me like "Yeahhh I opened the door, but can you close it now YOU'RE LETTING THE DRAUGHT IN!"
I didnt think anything of it, Nan said she might have knocked it when she went in there to get something. It's happened a few times since then, and so I watched one day when she was particularly active.
Nudge...Nudge...Nudge slide...Nudge slide. Oh yeah. Gap big enough to get out of. She now has a wedge because my vivarium doesn't have the kind of doors my local shop will stock locks for
Clever little mite.![]()









I have a wooden vivarium with sliding glass doors.
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