I wanted to take some time to introduce you all to our new pet. Before you get all excited, it's not who you think. No, not the new beagle. I will give her a proper introduction...eventually. But for now, something completely different.
The odd thing is, I wasn't even aware of this pet. None of us were. My husband discovered it the other night when he went to take care of the coal stoker in the basement.
As I've alluded to before, we have a bit of a damp basement. Damp and cool. Like a mine. It's almost as dark as one too. This special little environment lends itself to habitation by all sorts of strange and wonderful things.
Why, in this picture, you can see we have some little trees growing in our constantly wet french...oops...Freedom Drain.
I have no idea what kind they are but they have been there - that size - for quite a while now. They probably get about 30 minutes of 40 watt lightbulb light a week. Maybe we'll develop some new low-light maple species. Who knows?
And now that I've typed the word "species", I pause to wonder why it doesn't follow the "i before e except after c" rule.
But I digress...
So, I'm in the kitchen and I hear my hubby banging on the floor from below.
Me: What? What's that you're banging about down there in the mines?
Hubby: Come here. And bring the camera.
Now my curiosity is piqued.
I get the camera and put some sandals on because you just don't want to walk around in our basement in your socks. I tell my daughter that something exciting is going on in the basement and she follows along. We make our way into the basement and locate my hubby.
Me: What's up?
Hubby: Look what I found.
Stak Trek fans are going to love this...
Hubby: A TRIBBLE!
Daughter and I look and, sure enough, there was a tribble on the floor. So I took a picture...
to share with you all.
Isn't it cute? We're thinking of naming it Scooter. Although it doesn't scoot very much. It just kind of sits there. We watched it for a while and it didn't really do much of anything.
Me: It's not doing anything.
Daughter: Maybe it's depressed.
We finally encouraged hubby to use his psionic talents and try the Vulcan Mind Meld on it.
And I took another picture...
As you can see, it was in a great deal of pain.
We immediately packed it up in a box and took it to the Starship Enterprise for further analysis. The scientists gave it a thourough examination.
We had to leave it overnight for testing and counseling. We went to pick it up the next day and the scientists said it was doing much better. As it turns out, it was just a case of the blues and loneliness. We decided to cheer it up by having a little party before we left. Look how much fun!
And, not to worry. Our tribble isn't lonely anymore. We found a little friend for it.