lil' stinker!

The Skunk let me hold her tonight, a few times. Grudgingly, I might add. I have no photos of her because she was very jumpy and required two hands at all times to be held securely. My mom fed her some different treats, though, and she took treats out of my mom's hand, which was a huge sign of progress.

Every time I held her, I was struk by how little she is. She's still a baby, really - she's a toddler, in human years. So she will grow a lot bigger still. I'll try to get a photo of her with a ruler sometime soon, but don't count on it, as she is very jumpy and still a bit temperamental. She's so pretty and so small. It just makes me feel so blessed to hold this tiny creature in my hands. This tiny little thing, created by God, with a tiny little heart that beats and tiny little legs that run on her wheel (constantly!) and oversized ears that are always sticking straight up, listening to the curious sounds around her.

In the process of rescuing and adopting Pahoki and the Skunk, I learned that the Kansas City area has organizations dedicated to adopting rabbits and guinea pigs, but there are no adoption organizations for hamsters, gerbils, mice, or rats. In my mind, I keep turning this fact over and over. I wish I had more time and more space in my home. Especially the space. If I had more space I would establish a small animal rescue in a heartbeat. I just wish I could adopt every one of those lonely, scared little animals. I hate to imagine what will become of them.