Cookie: Houdini of Gerbils

This story is about my pet gerbil, his name was Cookie. A little backstory, my mom had a black gerbil when she was younger. His name was Jojo, he'd hang with her while she did homework, walk into her hand when she'd drop it into his cage and so on. Her little partner in crime. Sad to say, I was not so fortunate. My Cookie was light brown with black specs, and I got him when I was around 7 years old. Oh, Cookie, poor sweet Cookie.

He spent his days gnawing at his cage bars with a side of biting me anytime I was holding him. He was trying to become the next Houdini. He would succeed, on multiple occasions. One said time was when he jumped from my 6-drawer dresser to my carpeted bedroom floor. My mom would literally try to catch him mid-air but there were times that he would hit my carpet and scurry away unscathed. One time my mom found him by the washing machine in our hallway, (which was closest to my room) and had to literally keep our dog from eating him.

I would be lying if I said that as a kid, I didn't mess with him. I was 7 and he was cute but disturbed. When my childhood best friend would come over, she would stand at his cage and squirt him with water. One day she went to do this exact thing, he didn't move, we all realized he had passed on. He is buried in the front yard of the house I grew up in and though he was not at all what I expected, he was one of a kind. Rest in peace crazy Cookie may you have no cages in gerbil heaven.

Thanks for reading! Until next time, Bye!