Pcam adventure
(Saying her here but unsure of gender)
So, acrylic cage came today. First I assembled it. Fixed it up for Enigma.
Got everything ready. Carefully emptied her current enclosure of the bigger stuff and with paintbrush in hand proceeded to coax the somewhat shy T into the new enclosure. Just as I touched her, thunder literally shook the house, and...lights went out. Naturally I jumped. Well,.....So did Enigma. I felt those little legs crawl up my shoulder to the back of my neck. Please understand. NO one in my house even wants to look at my T's. Their idea of handling an escape is raid or a fly swatter.
OK moving forward...
Lights came on and Enigma high tailed it down my body to my lower legs. (Have yoga pants on so felt every step.) We then played all around the mulberry bush with me being the monkey for several minutes. There was no way she was going to be anywhere near a catch cup.
Finally gave up and laid my hand down in front of her. Totally expecting a bite as she was spooked. But wanting her safe, I took the responsibility for it, as I was the one who jumped and spooked her to begin with.
Enigma stopped and touched the afore mentioned hand, stepped up and flattened into a stress pose. I slowly brought new enclosure closer and nudged her into it.
Mission accomplished.
How or why this happened when I do NOT handle is anyone's guess, but far be it from me to question the good things that sometimes happen.
Now, I swear I was prepared, I was doing this in a deep tub in case she ran. Two catchcups at the ready, yet she managed to leap a good two feet onto my shoulder.
Don't mind admitting I was a little worried,
Never a dull moment in my house I guess.
My Enigma is currently stress curled unsure of the new enclosure. She's in the dark on the back of my desk shelf to acclimate. I think I may be more stressed than she is though
She's in the top left corner there. I expect by tomorrow she'll be putting up dirt curtains behind the cork and back to her chill self.
(Saying her here but unsure of gender)
So, acrylic cage came today. First I assembled it. Fixed it up for Enigma.
Got everything ready. Carefully emptied her current enclosure of the bigger stuff and with paintbrush in hand proceeded to coax the somewhat shy T into the new enclosure. Just as I touched her, thunder literally shook the house, and...lights went out. Naturally I jumped. Well,.....So did Enigma. I felt those little legs crawl up my shoulder to the back of my neck. Please understand. NO one in my house even wants to look at my T's. Their idea of handling an escape is raid or a fly swatter.
OK moving forward...
Lights came on and Enigma high tailed it down my body to my lower legs. (Have yoga pants on so felt every step.) We then played all around the mulberry bush with me being the monkey for several minutes. There was no way she was going to be anywhere near a catch cup.
Finally gave up and laid my hand down in front of her. Totally expecting a bite as she was spooked. But wanting her safe, I took the responsibility for it, as I was the one who jumped and spooked her to begin with.
Enigma stopped and touched the afore mentioned hand, stepped up and flattened into a stress pose. I slowly brought new enclosure closer and nudged her into it.
Mission accomplished.
How or why this happened when I do NOT handle is anyone's guess, but far be it from me to question the good things that sometimes happen.
Now, I swear I was prepared, I was doing this in a deep tub in case she ran. Two catchcups at the ready, yet she managed to leap a good two feet onto my shoulder.
Don't mind admitting I was a little worried,
Never a dull moment in my house I guess.
My Enigma is currently stress curled unsure of the new enclosure. She's in the dark on the back of my desk shelf to acclimate. I think I may be more stressed than she is though
She's in the top left corner there. I expect by tomorrow she'll be putting up dirt curtains behind the cork and back to her chill self.
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