Well now, in the wee hours of this morning I got out of bed to do what folks do in the wee hours of the morning. I wonder, do they call that time of day the wee hours cause the number is small or do they call it having a wee cause that’s the time of day? ANYWAY I rise and stumble off to the throne room. I am fairly sure that I have mentioned before that we have a pair that lives loose in our bed room. They sleep in a pouch hanging from the curtain rod in warm weather, move to momma’s pajama drawer in the fall, and finally snuggle into our bed when the temps get really nippy. When this arraignment began, I had my back turned to the bed and was trying to cover my nakedness when one leapt to my exposed hinder parts. I know not if the glider was more astonished at the sound I emitted, or if I was more surprised at the claws sinking into my flesh. I think it kinda freaks em out that we can take our fur off, but they got the message; If dad doesn’t have his fur on, don’t jump! Back to this morning. I have arrived at my destination in a state of nature. Girl glider Banana comes in and eyes me with suspicion. No fur. So she jumps onto the pair of jeans thrown over the edge of the tub. There she sits, working her ears in that comical spiral. I extend my hand to her. After a moment, she decides to leap over the hazardous fingers to the fore arm and scampers to the back of my neck. A moment passes and I feel something tumbling down my back. Another moment and I feel a warm wetness on my neck and a drip drip drip on the water below. Who says ya can’t potty train a sugar glider?
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