Some things are inevitable. The days of the week, for example. Take Tuesday. It's Tuesday today, in fact, and it be like that sometimes. Sometimes, it be Tuesday, and there is nothing more to be done about it.
Likewise, you have now been SNIFED. Note the past principle: snifed. 'Twas inevitable. 'Twas always going to happen. And so, just as you accept it is Tuesday, the day after Monday, you must accept that this is now the time after the snifing. Your very own Anno Domini, if you like. Your very own brave new world—your own, tailor-made new normal.
And in this unchartered territory, you are left with two choices. You may carry on as if nothing ever happened. Or you may smash that reblog to snif the next person. You know what you must do.
We almost got another ratty for our second cage and she was in really bad shape and donated today and we could've given her a good home but she's a girl and we only have boys and we don't have the money for another cage and I heard it's really hard to keep opposite sex rats in the same house even😭💖