oh sweet hamster toy. meet your demise. you didn't really want to go to a loving family, did you?

i mentioned that i'm taking a bunch of the stuffed animals given by students over the years for my mom to package up and send out to disaster victims, so one of my co-teachers (gigi) gave me hers as well, so now i have a big load to take with me. as i was transferring them to one bag, i saw a hamster with the pull string that makes the little guy shake-bruno played with the one we got for Christmas until the string wouldn't pull anymore. he LOVED it! so i pulled this one out and he was so happy!

it's pretty much nonstop pull and shake right now, although, he did let chaco have it for a few minutes and laid down beside me. while he was laying here, i told him it was really sweet of him to let chaco play. he just kinda smiled and then i saw the note: if you don't let me play with that mouse for awhile, i will tell mama about the jack you're hiding. i started looking around to see if perhaps he really had been hiding something. well, the search produced nothing (and i've had to do some intense searches before), so i just reached over to pet bruno and his tail was really warm..in fact there seemed to be a warm air pocket near his backside. my first thought 'his rear is feverish' my second and more realistic thought was 'oh, he's just sitting too close to the laptop.good.' 
well, then i asked chaco what he meant in the note, and he told me there weren't really any jacks, not to worry. "what?" "you know, onesies...that game with the ball and the stars."  oooooOOOooohhh.good.

then i look down and chaco is not pulling the string and waiting for it to shake. nope. he's chewing off the hamster's eyes. i should've known because he did it to the last one too. one more and it'll be three blind mice.

i somehow switched the channel to dual survival discovery channel about these guys who are survivalists of the extremes. so at one point they caught vermin (mice) in the montana winter, and roasted them over the open fire and the guy said the fire will burn its tail off then burn the legs down to nubs and it looks like a turd, that's when you eat it. gross. note to self: never get lost in winter in montana without clif bars...lots of them. (maybe that's why the boys eat their poop sometimes...they think it looks like a mouse kabob...)shea, i'm learning all sorts of tricks to keep us alive on our next adventure..ok maybe not tricks like pull a steak out of my boot, but tips like making rope out of vines and stuff like that.

it's been a yucky ending of a school year with all of the packing up and crazy schedules and stuff, but today i was thrilled to get a text saying that bmayes and reagan might be coming to hang out with the boys and me for a bit! that will be marvelous if she can swing it-the boys love company...they even promised to clean up their area.
 so tomorrow morning i'll get up a little early and drop bruno off at the doc for his 6 month comprehensive and heartworm shot, then i'll go back up to school to finish up some packing before i have to pick him up again. i'm just going to go ahead and guess that he's about 6 pounds. i'll let you know tomorrow nite!

don't play with your food...don't waste your food and don't eat food that looks like waste..that's what the boys do.
julie