welcome the newest member of the chase family: the sequel

remember the last time i had a story about it raining in the kitchen?
then remember when i posted the sequel?

so you're seeing now that when there is a sequel, it is not typically a good thing.

ok. so you remember meeting taco. the newest member of the chase family.

and you remember from that post that i said i am not a pet person? ya.

well last night we had stayed up late. watching the nba finals.
we went to bed after midnight.

at 3:00am i hear my door open.
it's aj.
he says...mom?
i groggily say...yes?

he says...taco is sitting on my bookcase.

say what?!?

i go in, and sure enough.
there she is. in all her glory. sitting on top of the bookcase.
i go in ry's room, grab a container and lure her into it.
(she now has a reputation for biting and i was in no mood for that.)
i spend the next ten minutes trying to figure out how in the ever-loving-world she got out!
couldn't figure it out.
i thought maybe she had popped open the top, so i locked it and went back to bed.

couldn't fall asleep. finally did at around 3:45.

an hour later (after dreaming of taco. no, i'm not joking)
i hear this little rustling noise that wakes me up.
i look down, and...tell me it's part of my dream...there is a little ball of fur and beady eyes looking up at me.

oh. no. you. didn't.

i get up and go in ry's room again to get the container again and when i come back?
ya. couldn't find her.

you've got to be kidding me right now.
i am literally crawling around on my floor with a flashlight whispering...taccccooooo.
which, i'm pretty sure she has no idea that is her name.

i see her at the foot of my bed.
i turn to grab the container. turn back.
gone.
oh.my.head.

i'm sputtering something having to do with...thisiswhyidon'twantpets...
and then i see her.
she's burrowing in some pile of something. at this point, i had no idea what was happening.
i get her into the container and go to put her back and try to figure out how to prevent this from happening again.

i realized that there was a hole on the top that had been covered with purple tape ever since we got her. apparently she had chewed her way out of it.

so then i did what any self-respecting american would do...went downstairs to get some duct tape.
yes. i know. my father-in-law would be proud.
i duct-taped the living day lights out of the cage.
told her she better watch her back. and i meant it.
then went back to bed.

now that i think of it...
that lady who gave us the little rodent did seem pretty anxious to get rid of her.
oh jeez.
how long do these things live again?