I have some sort of terrible virus, and I am so sick and exhausted and pretty doped up. So last night about 3:00 am, my husband wakes me up from a dead sleep saying "Kara, Kara wake up, I think there's an animal in the bedroom." Even in my total delirium it cracked me up that he said it all freaked out like that, like in our house there's no reasonable excuse to have an animal in the bedroom. Anyway so about the third time he nudges me I wake up and turn on the light to see a little white streak run across the room under a pile of laundry.
So I go over, pick the offender up, turn it over, yep a girl, a pew girl (of which we have several). Have you ever tried to identify a pew girl at 3:00 am? It's not easy, so I just ran around the house to find out which cage was missing a pew girl, sure enough it was Lucy, which was the very last cage I checked because Lucy never escapes even when her cagemates dig a way out. In my total exhausted confusion, I was briefly convinced that this wasn't one of my rats, just a stow away. The whole thing was like what a 3 stooges episode would be like if they had pet rats.