A Horror Story

I went to the school tomorrow to take my entrance testing (which I scored 100% in each area), apply for financial aid, and register for classes. I had about an hour and a half to waste before I had to leave for work, so I went home. While I was sitting on the couth knitting, I heard a peculiar noise come from the sugar cage. Since I’ve known that Squiggle’s Joey would be emerging any day now, I thought perhaps that was what was happening, and got up to check. Just as I approached the cage, one of my males emerged from the sleeping pouch with the baby in his mouth. At once I knew something was terribly wrong. He scampered down to the bottom of the cage, where at first I couldn’t tell if he was cleaning it, or chewing on it. So I took one of their little blankets, and got it away from him, only to find that it’s little arm had been chewed off. It was dead. I know that it’s a sugar glider’s nature to cannibalize their young when they don’t survive, but I just couldn’t stand the thought of that. I wrapped the little thing up in the blanket, and disposed of his/her little body. It was a horrible sight and experience.