Not much else happened today, except for a parakeet biting through one of my fingers.
Yes, you read that right.
(image courtesy of Greenapple.com)
Bit through my finger:
(That picture isn't my finger, it's from Alcade.net)
(Though it does look disturbingly similar, I mean, same finger, same wound placement, wrong hand, though.)
I was doing my cashier thing at Superpetz, when I saw something moving really fast out the corner of my eye. Because I work in a pet store, I followed my instinct to chase it down. It was the aforementioned parakeet, flapping it's wings to stay just above ground, while zipping along at a pretty good clip. It's a really good thing we trim the flight feathers, or we would constantly be living through the Great Parakeet Fiasco. Anyways, I cornered the parakeet by the dog leashes, when I did something extremely stupid.
I picked up the parakeet with my bare hands.
Now, the parakeet was entirely justified for chewing on me. I mean, think about it. He couldn't fly, he was cornered, and he was being grabbed by something fifty billion times it's size. Of course he's gonna fight.
Around a month ago, I bought a dozen guppies to feed my crayfish. I now have about forty guppies in the tank.
Turns out my mom's been feeding Pinchy pellets of brine shrimp, instead of letting him eat the guppies.