After the Cracker incident, it scared me enough to take Hobbes (our sugar glider) to the vet to get a thorough once-over, and a much-needed nail clipping. I was bracing myself for diagnosis like "Ma'am, you have a demented sugar glider!" or "It's a man-eating beast and can be harmful to your children!" or worse yet, "It's going to need a constant diet of live birds from now on." Oh my anxieties!
Well I took him, finally, Friday. The vet was extremely nice and seemed competent, until she told me "Well, Hobbes, is a SHE."
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Me: What?
She showed me the pouch and everything. Doh!
So now, I can legitimately rename Hobbes. (I was never too crazy about the name. shhh...) Presenting... Coco!
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