This thread reminded me of an amusing tale from my own life.
Going back to 1998/1999 or so, I decided I wanted some pet gerbils. Went to the pet store, made sure we were buying two males, brought them home, set up a cage, played with them, watched them, and came to realize we'd bought a pair of gay gerbils.
Fast forward a bit, got up one morning, looked in the cage, and said "Wow, that is the hugest lump of gerbil craps I've ever seen! He must have been seriously constipated!"
And then one of the craps wiggled.
We went from having two gerbils to having 8. Got them neutered, but not before they had mated again. I loved them, but I'll tell you what: keeping 13 or so gerbils is not an easy task. They've long since passed away (the last of them in 2003). Doubt I'll buy another pair, not unless I can confirm their sex on my own. I'd really rather not have another dozen
Going back to 1998/1999 or so, I decided I wanted some pet gerbils. Went to the pet store, made sure we were buying two males, brought them home, set up a cage, played with them, watched them, and came to realize we'd bought a pair of gay gerbils.
Fast forward a bit, got up one morning, looked in the cage, and said "Wow, that is the hugest lump of gerbil craps I've ever seen! He must have been seriously constipated!"
And then one of the craps wiggled.
We went from having two gerbils to having 8. Got them neutered, but not before they had mated again. I loved them, but I'll tell you what: keeping 13 or so gerbils is not an easy task. They've long since passed away (the last of them in 2003). Doubt I'll buy another pair, not unless I can confirm their sex on my own. I'd really rather not have another dozen
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