Good morning from a most displeased prickle.

Did a feet check to make sure he’s okay physically because there was no poo on his wheel.

I think he did run on it some though. Which means he is hopefully hopping off to shit, because I would much rather clean his droppings from the cage than from his feet.

Gave him some time in the mealworm ball pit to make up for it, but he’s angry I wouldn’t let him leap off the edge of my desk

such a dramatic boy

He wouldn’t fit in if he wasn’t a little theatric

Tried to extract him from his snuggle sack and he curled up in a ball around the interior lining so I had to turn the whole thing inside out to see him.

"uuugh FIVE MORE MINUTES MOM"

;.; tbh there it is

I won’t pester him anymore today. He sat with me through therapy.

Now I get to go exchange these blackout curtains because I grabbed the absolute wrong length ;.;

a collection of baby quills he shed this past week ;.;

(He’s quilling, it’s normal.)

they grow up so fast~

One day they’re a wrinkled spiky penis, the next they’re in their teenage angst phase ;.;

I have made an enemy this day