I don't remember how it happened, but somehow, several weeks ago, Relia got it into her head that she wanted a hamster.
I had mice, hamsters, and gerbils growing up. I remember them being fun. Mice are noisy at night. Hamsters bite. Gerbils rock. I convinced her that a gerbil was the way to go.
She saved her money. She rocked a few lemonade stands, and it wasn't long before she'd saved up $35.
But apparently finding a gerbil is a challenge. Humane society and pet stores have plenty of mice, hamsters, guinea pigs and rats, but few gerbils.
We were told our favorite pet store would have some today, but like a fool, I didn't call ahead to make sure. After a few tears, I decided to stop at another store on our way home. They did have one! (We'd planned to get two, but they'd need to grow up together). One it was. We'll take it!
Then another employee whispered to the guy helping us that they had two in the back for adoption. They had essentially been "returned". They were brothers who came with a complete cage. Even better.
Now we have Blackie and Darkness. I love the names she chose. We got them home and I showed her how to pick them up and hold them. She learned pretty quickly how to get them and play with them. She is so excited to have her very own gerbils.



I have noticed that when she is in one of her almost completely out of control angry moods, sending her to her room to play with her gerbils has a quick calming effect. Such a wonderful side effect!