In which Sky resolutely vows never to come in contact with rodents ever again.

I got bitten by a fucking gerbil.

My cousins got a new one, because one of theirs died, and they had them in the same cage with one of them in a smaller cage so that they cold get used to each other. And they were like that for an hour or so, and she thought they were fine. So she put them together.

I know. You can all see where this is going, but I shall continue nonetheless.

Next thing I hear is her scream, "They're killing each other!" Trying to separate them, she starts sort of hitting them with the smaller cage. (I have no idea about her logic.) But she couldn't get them apart.

Me, being the brilliant older cousin/babysitter that I am (and terrified of these fucking rodents in the first place), I grab the newer one and pull it out.

Only to have it sink its fucking little teeth into my finger.

They are returning the thing as soon as possible. Frankly, I think it's lucky to be alive. When it bit me, my first reaction was to fling it away, and it hit the metal wire cage with more force than I thought such a tiny little creature could possibly survive.

I have cleaned the wound with hot water, soap (twice) and disinfectant stuffs. I figure it's les bad than, say, a dog bite as there's probably less bateria in their mouths, but I will be on the watch for the next few days.

Mother fucking gerbils.