Quasar's audition tape for the track team

My littlest guinea pig, Quasar, lived with me in my tiny apartment last year. I used to notice that he liked to run around his cage which was very small. So I took on the challenge of getting him comfortable to run around my room which wasn't easy because Quasar is afraid of literally everything! But he discovered he loves running around! And it looks like he is quite the little athlete. I mean, look at the way he handles those hurdles, I mean, ahem, desk chair.

My not so big adventure of the day

We put up our Christmas tree last weekend along with other Christmas decorations for our house. There is this one little ceramic Christmas house and I am quite fond of it. My mom hates it and even though I took it out she put it back and sent it up to the attic with all the other Christmas leftovers when I wasn't looking. I was mad, but she told me I could go up to the attic and get it if I wanted to.

Today I decided I would go get that house. So, I pulled down the ladder, got my flashlight to work by throwing it on the floor, and climbed up most of the way. It was really dark. I could see some of the Christmas boxes. Then I heard a clicking noise. I stood there for about a minute trying to decide whether or not I should go rummaging through those boxes. The clicking noise continued. I didn't want to end up with a FML story about some animal attacking me in the attic. Needless to say, I climbed back down and I still don't have that house.

I owe one injured duck a huge favor

I was in kind of a bad mood today because it's spring break and I had absolutely nothing to do, so I thought to cheer myself up a bit I would take my guinea pigs outside- the weather was a little nicer today and they like being outside. They were in their little plastic igloos and I also put a little fence-thing around them, which I usually don't do, but since I didn't want to bother with them running away or anything, I did. My sister, who was about to leave for a chiropractor's appointment, came outside and we started to play whiffle ball. All was going well, and I was up to bat. I noticed a man who started walking down our street and I was kind of watching him because I'm a suspicious person like that. Well, apparently, while I was watching the man, my sister was watching what she thought was a duck fight, until she realized it wasn't a two ducks- it was a duck and a hawk. I don't know if you understand the significance of this but hawk+ guinea pigs = dinner. And there it was- across the street and two houses down. It was so close I couldn't believe it. I knew there was a hawk around here, but I had never seen it so close before. So, my sister screamed and I looked and yup, that hawk was giving one heck of a beat down to that duck. I looked away quickly because I had to go save my pigs and frankly I did not want to watch that. As we were picking up our pigs, my sister froze. "Forget the igloos! We have to get the pigs inside!" I said to her. She informed me later that the reason she hesitated was because she thought she saw the hawk flying at us. When we came back outside to get our stuff, the hawk was sitting in the tree right outside our house. Holy Shit.

My sister says she saw the duck fly away. That was probably the moment when the hawk came after us. But think, if that duck hadn't been there, it could have been my guinea pigs- and they wouldn't have been able to fly away.

As much as I love all animals, I'll admit that I want that hawk dead. My guinea pigs get so few pleasures in their life and eating the grass and playing outside is one of them. Now that is taken away from them. I am, however, extremly grateful that my guinea pigs were not a victim of the hawk's hunger. So thank you God, and thank you duck.