Days are like a box of chocolates- you never know what you're going to get.
And at 9pm last night, when I was quickly trying to change the guinea pig cages before bed- I had no idea what we were about to embark upon. Neither did Emi.
While trying to get Giblet out of his cage, he turned grumpy and bit her arm. Only he didn't just bit her, he clamped onto her wrist and started thrashing around the cage until she eventually pulled her arm out- with him still attached. So instead of an 'innocent' bite mark on her arm- he managed to rip a gash out of her wrist about an inch and a half long and a 1/2 inch wide or so.
It was AWEFUL. She was screaming, I was screaming, Allyson was screaming. We were real collected, let me tell you.
3 hours later we were leaving the emergency room, me with frayed nerves and Emily with 4 brand spankin' new stitches.
As she climbed into bed last night, she pressed her face to Giblets cage and with tears streaming down her cheeks, professed her love to him.
I personally am petrified of the wild beast now.
2 comments:
Yeouch. You need to put up warnings and disclaimers before you post pictures of stitches!!
I like the cool pink bandage, though.
Oh, the poor little thing -- we need to find Gibby one of those masks like Hannibal wore...that would take care of that!! And isn't that like Emmy -- all that love, forgiveness, and understanding wrapped up in that sweet little child.
As to the screaming thing, yes, I heard about that from DanLOL I think as we were finishing our conversation Thusday nite, I heard the rattle of ice cubes in an old-fashioned glass...Sam was in bed and Dan said he'd had a hard evening and I think a nice stiff shot was probably in order:) Yes, yes, this parenting stuff is certainly hard on the male members of the family:)
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