Be Sure to try the Special-Painted Rat!

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@zoogirl

I, um, once did mouth to mouse resucitation. Really.

I accidently dropped a weight off the top of a cage into it. I didn’t actually hit this little mouse, biut I scared him so bad he seized up. Whiskers went stiff, wet himself, the whole bit. Anyway, he was just a baby, barely got his fur, so I felt pretty bad. I looked at him, all limp in the palm of my hand, and blew into his open mouth. Then I did a few one-fingered chest compressions. Damned if he didn’t start up again! :eek:

I ended up taking him home. He lived out his span quite happily. Oh, and his name was Lazarus!

zoogirl french kisses a rat!
Then lives with him!

TMI!
TMI!
OMG!
TMI!
:eek:

[Stark_Raven_Mad]

Another rodent story:
A couple of years ago, my sister received a pair of hamsters as a birthday gift. They (both) gave birth the following month, about a week after I bought her a belated birthday gift - a yorkshire terrier.

You see where I’m going with this.

He killed six of the babies. Didn’t eat them or anything. Chewed 'em up, and spit 'em out, the bastard.

Then a while later, when my sister had almost stopped blaming me for it, my father bought her a dog book for a particularly outstanding school report. That is where I learnt that yorkies were bred to hunt rodents.

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[MikeG]

Ugh. I went to inspect a job in progress on Chicago’s South Side a couple of weeks ago. The crew was halfway done but they pointed out the three dead rats along the wall directly under their ladders, some partially eaten. Apparently the woman who lived there came down the back stairs and told the crew

You smell that? There’s a dead critter downstairs, you smell that?

Then she went back upstairs and resumed cooking lunch!!! The smell of dead animals and raw sewage inside the back stairwell was overpowering. I told the crew to not touch anything near the rats, clean up be damned.

[MagicEyes]

My story of hamster CPR. Sadly, not successful.