maybe they do come in threes

[lauralh]

When I moved here last spring, I left my gerbils in NC with Clark. He kept me posted on their doings, and I was glad someone was taking care of them. It would have been hard to get them across the country, really.

Unfortunately time passes and gerbils have a short life expectancy, and Judas passed on this Sunday. I was already feeling pretty crappy when Clark IM'd me to tell me the news, and that just didn't help. But he said he bought a glass coffin and was going to have a little ceremony, and that made me feel a little better.

Until I said "Glass coffin?"
"Yeah, I got it at a fancy jewelry store, it's really a jewelry box."
"Oh ok."
"Of course I wasn't sure the gerbil would fit..."
"Oh?"
"So I brought it in."
I choked on laughter. "You brought a dead gerbil into a jewelry store? To try out 'coffins'?"
"Eh, big deal. Some rich girl's jewelry smells like dead gerbil, so what?"

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[vileinfestation.livejournal.com]

I took some photos of the funeral ceremony. I dressed all in black as the Gerbil Grim Reaper.

The Brown Gerbil is still hangin' in there. He's tough. Or as my housemate Garth and I were saying:

Me: "It's funny, you know. The gerbil that just sat around and ate a lot, and never exercised -- he's dead. But the other gerbil, the one who was running in the wheel all the time, and is fit and trim, he's still alive."

Garth: "There's a lesson to be learned in there somewhere, but I'm not sure what it is."

We got some pizza.