Satan & Beelzebub in the house.

Some friends of mine went to Israel for a few weeks for a wedding. We’ve been asked to watch thier two gerbils while they’re away. The gerbils have no names (the owner is a pre-school teacher and the class renames them every September). Since we already have a hamster in the house, we didn’t think taking on two more gerbils would be a big deal.

When we got them, we saw that there was a larger brownish colored one and a smaller black one. We were told that the black one needs ritalin. We watched them for a few minutes, and decided that they needed more to do. So, we threw in paper towel roll, which our hamster loves to play with. The two of them shredded it to pieces within a few hours.

My wife finally came up with names for them. We call them Satan (brown) and Beelzebub (black). Don’t ask why, my wife just blurted it out and in the end, it seemed kind of funny to name the gerbils Satan and Beelzebub. And since I have a really strange sense of humor, I thought the names were perfect.

Well, we’ve noticed some patterns in their behavior. Very often, Satan will be lying down on his side or back (he looks dead when he does that, but he’s not) and Beelzebub will constantly just stick his nose into Satan, as if to wake him. He’ll just keep doing this over and over and over, while Satan ignores him and tries to sleep. It reminds me of Sesame Street’s Bert and Ernie (“Hey Bert, are you asleep?”); except that I hear it in my mind with Beavis and Butthead’s voices (“Hey, Satan, are you asleep? Heh. Heh.”).

These little hell-beasties are quicker than my hamster and more difficult to grab a hold of. Of course, I figure that they aren’t used to us yet, and are therefore more skittish. Also, it will take Smokey (our hamster) a few days to chew a paper towel roll down to nothing. Satan and Beelzebub finish it up within two hours. Lastly, Beelzebub bites; not hard, but he bites.

Well, it’s been two days. The kids love the gerbils (I won’t let them hold them) and find them entertaining. Satan and Beelzebub are growing on my wife and I as well. Soon it will seem like they are just regular members of the family: Zev, Lisa, Avraham, Chaim, Tzivya, Smokey, Satan & Beelzebub.

Zev Steinhardt

So zev, are you going to bring the fuzzy ones (I mean the hamster and gerbils, I don’t know how fuzzy the rest of your family is) to the Baseball Game this Thursday? I can check if the Staten Island Yankees have a guest rodent policy? I’d love to meet you and your family (fuzzy or non-fuzzy).

I’d like to. I’m pretty sure (but not definite) that at least I’ll show up. The wife is a maybe, the kids are possibles. The rodents are out.

Zev Steinhardt

I still maintain that my mate Mandy calling her gerbils Bum and Fluff was the best… :wink:

whatever you do
don’t let anyone throw them up towards the ceiling…

…and don’t get them wet.

what i’m wondering is why a GERBIL needs ritalin!

Because Beelzebub is a hyper little devil! (pun intended)

And lest anyone make a mistake, I know better than to actually give gerbils Ritalin…

Zev Steinhardt

Yes, but they’re so cuuuuute!

Our hamster, Jack Frost, aka Bright Eyes, passed away earlier this summer, and we bought a new one, who has been christened Mr. Sandy Man.

He runs like a demon on his wheel, and climbs the bars of his cage and tries to work his way across the ceiling using his teeth. He invariably falls. Then he climbs back up and does it again. He’s immensely entertaining.

Have fun with Satan and Beelzebub. Hmmm…that’s really odd-sounding advice, isn’t it?

You named one of your children Smokey?:wink:

And don’t feed them after midnight.

Oh, wait…nevermind.

Are you sure that you have 2 male or 2 female gerbils and not 1 male and 1 female?

'Cause if you have a male and a female, you will wake up one morning to find 5 or 6 pink baby gerbils, which “Daddy” gerbil may then eat.

I learned this the hard way, way, way, WAY back in elementary school, when I got 2 gerbils from a semi-friend of mine. Chuck & Joe we called them.

Turned out to be Chuck & Josie.

They actually lived fairly long lives considering how I would semi-torture them. When Chuck died it was February in the middle of a real cold spell, so my mom put him in a Crayola box in the freezer until the ground was soft enough to bury him.

Then her friend came over and asked what a crayon box was doing in the freezer.

Result: One dropped crayon box & one dead frozen gerbil skidding across the kitchen floor.:smack: