I think I've mentioned before that I'm a bit of an alarmist. I'm paranoid and very fond of taking preventative measures because I know I'm not great in a crisis. This is why my cat has never set foot out doors, my cockateil's wings are clipped, my livingroom is *beyond* bunny proofed, and my snakes are locked down tighter than alcatraz.

That said, I peek in on Gomez this morning. Last few times, even though the hides are kind of big, I could see his cute little fat butt hanging out of them. Nothing. I grew mildly concerned. Well... I could take a little peek, that won't stress him out... just for my state of mind... I peek under hidey box #1... No, he must be on the cool side then... well, a little peek just to make sure he's okay... under hidey box #2... NOTHING. My eyes get round as saucers, and I search the substrate there for a moment... NOTHING. I returned the lid into place out of habit and proceed to run around in circles in a complete panic of disbelief... How in the HELL did he get out of that thing!! And on only the second day here with us!! I have a complete nervous breakdown in the span of like 7 seconds. My cat and cockatiel stare at me as I run around searching desperate...

I lift the cage lid again hoping maybe I had *somehow* missed his tubby self... then I see something slightly off from what the skull's coloring ought to be... From the angle I had been at... it was REAL easy to miss... So I move around and peer and breathe a huge sigh of relief as Gomez peers right back with a look like "What?"



Way to give mommy a heart attack, Gomez At least I know he likes the skull, lol! I didn't think he could fit in there!