I succumbed. Two petstore mice have been with us since late on the 6th. They were named the next day: Molly and Phoebe.
Molly is an agouti with.... issues. Phoebe is a PEW who's getting chubby- she had a waistline explosion in all of 3 days after coming home. Oh boy.
They are both does, at least.
Molly however is hand/people shy to a frightening extent. This morning while taking her out to clean her cage, she bit my left pinking finger, then my right middle finger twice, and my right index finger three times- all drawing blood. When I was done cleaning the cage, I made both of them hang out with me for a little bit- and Molly went and bit me two more times, once at the base of the right index finger, and once in the fleshy part of the hand by the thumb. By the time I put her back, though, she was sitting nicely without biting my cupped fingers. I'll admit, it hurt more then I expected, but it's really nothing nastily painful- and all the pain is gone aside from the obvious. Molly is the same mouse that when I go to get into the cage, she'll bolt for the wheel- and run. And run and run and run- for half an hour or more after wards. Today she jumped onto my wrist, then jumped off and bonked into the side of the cage just to try and get to the wheel. I'm going to have to get gloves to handle her with!
Molly is an agouti with.... issues. Phoebe is a PEW who's getting chubby- she had a waistline explosion in all of 3 days after coming home. Oh boy.

They are both does, at least.
Molly however is hand/people shy to a frightening extent. This morning while taking her out to clean her cage, she bit my left pinking finger, then my right middle finger twice, and my right index finger three times- all drawing blood. When I was done cleaning the cage, I made both of them hang out with me for a little bit- and Molly went and bit me two more times, once at the base of the right index finger, and once in the fleshy part of the hand by the thumb. By the time I put her back, though, she was sitting nicely without biting my cupped fingers. I'll admit, it hurt more then I expected, but it's really nothing nastily painful- and all the pain is gone aside from the obvious. Molly is the same mouse that when I go to get into the cage, she'll bolt for the wheel- and run. And run and run and run- for half an hour or more after wards. Today she jumped onto my wrist, then jumped off and bonked into the side of the cage just to try and get to the wheel. I'm going to have to get gloves to handle her with!