Sunday, December 24, 2017
The Rodents, and a Lost Pineapple
Here are our guinea pig visitors. Let's call them by their first initials rather than their names, just to indulge my insane fear that my neighbor might Google their names in some combination that causes her to discover my blog. H is on the left -- "the blonde one," as Mrs. Kravitz's daughter called her. M is on the right.
Olga has expressed mild interest in their cage, sniffing the air each time she walks past, but she hasn't really figured out what's up on that table yet. I'm hoping we can get through six days without that happening, but if early indications are at all reliable, H and M are going to be much easier to smell by the 30th. (Mrs. Kravitz told us we wouldn't have to change their cage, but I'm thinking we might want to track down an emergency supply of sawdust, just in case.)
Both of them look perpetually terrified, but I think this is pretty natural for guinea pigs. They live with a dog at home, so I don't think Olga is freaking them out. If anything, it's probably me and Dave.
Their appetites don't seem to be affected, though. They sure can put away the vegetables!
Otherwise, all is well in the household. I took Olga on a long walk on the Heath yesterday, where I came across what might be one of my most unusual lost or abandoned property finds ever:
It boggles the mind that a pineapple shipped all the way from Hawaii or the Canary Islands or somewhere -- not to mention an orange and a kiwi fruit -- would be left under a tree for squirrels in London. In December. Doesn't that illustrate the insanity and waste of the modern world? How much fossil fuel was consumed to get that pineapple here for no reason whatsoever?
I didn't pick it up, but as I type this I'm wondering if the guinea pigs would have liked it!