So, everything has been going along nicely with my two fuzzy angels. Today was cage cleaning day and I decided to rearrange a little and eliminate one of the three hammocks because the other two are being used more. I got some cheap bath towels to put on the bottom of the cage to use instead of 3 kitchen towels as I have been (makes clean ups a breeze). Both of my fuzzies were acting normal. I went and picked up my husband and my nephew from my sister-in-law's house for the rest of the weekend. When we got back Ben, my nephew, wanted to say "Hi" to the girls. Endora was at the cage door as usual and Esmerelda was in the open faced tunnel. Ben has a soft spot for Es and was trying to coax her out. She was not having it. She was acting strange and listless so he gave up. After he left the room, I tried and she seemed apathetic. I poked my finger in and she let me stroke her and rested her chin on my finger. She never does this. So, I decided to give her space and went outside to have a cigar. The whole time I was fretting that she might be sick. I started imagining all kinds of things. Needless to say I got myself upset and on the verge of a crying fit. I went back to the cage and what d you know, she was fine. I surmise that she was just tired because the past couple of days I have been playing with them and hanging around. She was just pooped out. I have realized how much these two little squirts mean to me. It took me about 45 minutes to recover myself. I have been SO lucky with them so far and I hope this will continue for as long as they grace me with their presence. I also fear what will happen if they are ever taken from me.