We've had guinea pigs as pets for ages now. I quite like them, in that I strongly believe in having pets that are more stupid than you are. And with guinea pigs I've felt quite safe in this respect. Until now.
We fetched the two newest members of the family on Sunday. As soon as I found out that one of them was all black I wanted to call him "Darth". This didn't go down too well, the name "Licorice" being preferred. However, having seen him in action, we are starting to think that Darth might be more appropriate.
They escaped last night. I'm convinced that Darth was the ringleader in the break for freedom. What should have been a quiet evening was instantly turned into a festival of fear and panic as they ran every which way and loose. I managed to catch Darth after a while and the other one (provisionally named "Henchman") was apprehended by the simple expedient of dropping a tea towel on him as he ran across next door's garden.
At present their cage is surrounded by second level perimeter system and we are making plans to move them into more high security quarters which should keep them where we want them.