Have you ever been sitting on the couch and see something dart across the floor in the next room out of the corner of your eye? You question yourself...did I see something? You turn back toward the television and wonder if it was something gross like a rat, or mouse, or maybe one of the kids rolled a ball in the other room, but then you look at the people next to you and realize everyone home is in the room. Then you see something dart across the room again. You realize it is in fact something small and furry.
At our house, that means that someone rushes toward our unsuspecting dog Chloe and grabs her, the other adult (and kids) run toward the small furry vermin. TOWARD. Not away.
It means that someone (me) left the Chili and Pepper's cage open. Someone (me) was being nice to them and feeding them dinner (Hannah's job) and forgot to latch the door properly. It means that Chili and Pepper are now on a walkabout and have pranced all the way around the upstairs bedrooms, at least one of them has run down the stairs and now both need to be found (you think looking for your keys is hard, try looking for something small and moving constantly) and need to be lured out from where they are hiding with a juicy piece of fruit or a pine nut.
Our family? Trained in search and rescue.
Said scenario? Totally my fault. I'm a lazy latcher.