When I grew up and had finished my nurses education, I had my first proper flat. I then decided I wanted my first pet. With little experience, hamster was the obvious choice. So on sept 9 in 1999 (yeah 09.09.99) I bought my first pet ever. It was a really cute baby hamster, he was bright white, very fluffy, and scared of everything. His personality became apparent in a day, and he loved his little wheel in the cage. So I named him after some of my then favorite men. And they were not few. His full name was therefore Speedy Ricky Martin Andresen Redknapp Gonzales. Speedy Gonzales for short, after the infamous speedy cartoon. Ricky Martin is known, so he needs no further explanation. Martin Andresen was then a hot norwegian soccer player (still is, but he's older now, and not so hot. Here's a photo of him anyway)
Redknapp was first of all because of another soccer player, Jamie Redknapp, but also because Speedy had red-ish eyes that looked like little pins (in norwegian ; knappenål, and "knapp" from that)
Speedy was exactly that, speedy. He was never calm when awake, and ran like a manic in his wheel all night long, every night. So after 2 years I was kind of sick of it. But he was my little baby still. Even if he never was tame enough to stay outside his cage of his own, I had to watch him constantly.
Then I was moving down to Oslo, and had found a 12 year old girl who wanted to "adopt" him. 2 days before I was going, I found him halfway in his little fluffy house, stiff. Speedy had gone to hamster heaven. I was sad for half a day, and the girl who was going to adopt him was devastated. As a consolation, I gave her his cage anyway, and she got another hamster instead.
Since I've never had any pets. Until now. These pets are not by any means any I've chosen myself, and they're increasing in numbers. They're ANTS!.
The first one I discovered a few months ago, it was just a single one. I squished it, and didn't think any more of it. Then a few weeks, as the snow started to melt, I found a few every day. It was one here, one there, but I couldn't find any source. And they were so few that I didn't really care.
But the other day I'd had a glass of lemonade, and I left it on the sidetable by the sofa. Then, when I went to collect it and put it in the dishwasher, I looked into it. And there were about 7 ants, crawling about!! It freaked me out a bit, so yesterday, long overdue, I went to the gardening centre, and bought one of those ants-away devices. It was just a green box, like a little lid, and in there were some ant poison, sweet and proteine rich for them to catch the bate, and doesnt kill them instantly, so they can take it back to their queen. And today I've been watching their, work, and found out where they come from. It's a tiiiiny space between the floor and the wall, and they're squeezing themselves in there, or most of the time they're just knocking the wall, trying to get in. The now somehow appear drunk, so I'm now the owner of half a million junkie ants. Isn't that just nice... They're supposed to be all gone within a few weeks, so I hope the dope is potent. I'm tired of squishing ants now, I feel like a mass murderer.. And I don't want them crawling all over my floor either.
On another note, I saw this funny commercial at work today, and I'm putting it here. It's for IFA, salty liquirish lozengers, which apparently loosens you up a bit. The lady in the beginning is complainting about how boring her hubby is, and then he takes a lozenger...... Say no more hehe.
