I lost the pet, the tiny Russian hamster, Mochi.
He's only been here since early January, when Fig's friend moved to Chicago and needed a home for Moch. Punchy was delighted.
I woke around 2:30 a.m. to go to the bathroom. As I often do if I'm up in the dark, I went into Punch's room to be sure she had enough covers on. I added the striped fleece one on top. As we all heard on the news, the temp was dropping to single digits overnight.
Mochi's cage is near a window, and I often pull it away a little because drafts can come through.
This time, I pulled the whole little table from the window, afraid Moch might somehow freeze.
A piece of that colorful plastic cage tubing fell off. I put it back on the table, not wanting to turn the light on and wake Punch. I didn't realize it was part of the maze Moch lives/lived in. Fig & Punch have separate treat sacks, balls, etc. that they put the hamster in temporarily, when cleaning his cage, etc. Plus, I was blurry-eyed and exhausted.
Punch woke up calling, Annie, come up right now. Mochi is gone. Annie!
I screwed up big time, but with good intentions. I was trying to keep Punch and Mochi warm on a frigid night, and now we don't know where he is.
Mom, he could literally be anywhere in the house, Fig said.
She set a few of those safe mouse traps with his treats in Punchy's bedroom, but I don't have high hopes. I feel terrible.
Oh, and I also lost something else this morning. My patience in the face of a fifth grader's defiance to wear her college sister's adult-cut shirt to school--and my ability to be present.
Good luck to us all. Two-hour school delay due to cold.