*Cries*

Dammit.......... I just decided it was time to clean out my ickle roborovskis' so I chased them about the cage a bit, and finally managed to get all 5 and put them elsewhere for a moment (which is generally a large suitcase). I went back over and what did I hear but very obvious sounds of tiny, newborn robs. Though now that I have disturbed the adults I don't know that they will make it, because the mother might now abandon them (and try as I might I can't locate them, they are well buried) or we might have a good old hamsterish case of 'quick! eat the tiny ones, we're scared!' Gross, but they do it. I could kick myself, I'll be so dissapointed to lose them. Now I'm paranoid and keep listening out to see if I can still hear the little squeakies :( I honestly think 'someone' tried to stop me in the first place, just as I got the bag for the old bedding a huge sign fell on my foot and damn near broke my toe. I hobbled, cursed, sat with ice and numbed it ranting about how there was no way I was cleaning anything now because it damn it hurt. However I went up anyway. Why don't I take notice of very obvious 'don't do something' smack in the face (or toe) signs that maybe you should leave what you your about to do for a little longer. Sorry ickle squeakers :(

(and Thur, hopefully you'll pass through and read this, sorry I didn't reply to your text sweetie, I have so ran out of credit, and haven't had a chance to put anyore on the phone! *huggles*