Tongight Rexie climbed out of the feeding box without me noticing and went rampaging through the house. The first I knew of this was when she wandered into the office and pushed against my right leg, forcing her spines through my sock and drawing blood from a dozen tiny pin-holes. Needless to say it was brown-trousers time for me. I said something like "WHOAAARGHWHATTHE FUUUUUOUUUCH!" and a few other noises indicating fear and alarm before discovering the source of the fear. And alarm.
Anyway. Rexie now weighs 1.02kg after her feed.
It's funny the way things I consider normal make others shake their heads.
"Oh, that's where the owl scratched me..." "Yeah, the joey pooped on that seat..." "Last week I was bitten by a bat..." "That stain is echidna piss, and *that's* a curry stain..." "When I had my rabies shots..." "So we steam-ironed the eagle's tail feathers..."