Death takes two around here.

This morning when I was feeding all my babies breakfast I found one of our hermit crabs dead. I also noticed Sam (one of our gerbils) acting a little weird. He looked normal; he just wasn't acting right. Well, gerbils have lots of little weird mannerisms and stuff, so I didn't think much of it. Alas, when I came home today with an upstairs in tow to make their little gerbil apartment into two stories, Mr. Sam was dead.

I'm not sure what happened, but there was blood smeared on the glass in several places. Oh no... He was buried under the wheel this morning and I picked it up off him. What if he was hiding?? What if he knew the other gerbils were up to something and was hiding out?? ... ... Fuck... I feel sick. Well, here's Mr. Sam's little memorial. I will miss you, pretty boy.

[Edit, 02/06/2007]: When I wrote this last night, I was pretty upset. For what it's worth I'm not blaming my other gerbils... those guys had been living together for months without problems so I don't think they hurt him. But they do chew corpses, which makes things look bad when all is said and done. Anyway, I guess that's it. Just wanted to clarify things a little now that I'm more calm.