I want to share a story that my hubby posted on his facebook page last night. Not only does this man make me laugh, but his dedication to the kids and I is incredible. Here's his story . . .
So Giggles' Zhu Zhu pet, Jilly, stopped moving a few weeks ago. No problem, I thought, I'll just replace the lower drive unit. They're all the same, so I picked up a "sacrificial" Zhu Zhu at Walmart and gutted the little sucker.
But the new drive unit still didn't work. So, I thought, I'll just remove the upper control unit and solder it into Jilly. And that worked. Almost. The operation was successful, but Jilly now sounds like the dead Zhu Zhu and she still won't move.
To make matters worse, Giggles was extremely upset to hear another hamster's voice coming out of her beloved Jilly's body. So I crept back upstairs (or into "surgery" as I told Giggles) to solder Jilly's old guts back in.
And, of course, my butane soldering iron is out of gas. Crap. Now what? I guess I buy another "Jilly" and either try to rough it up so it looks like the old one, or rip it's guts out and solder it into the real Jilly tomorrow, when I can snag more butane . . .
Scratch the "rough up the new one" idea. I just remember that Giggles memorized Jilly's "Agent Number", which is actually the manufacture date on her tag: 9-23. All Zhu Zhu pets are secret agents. Duh, dad.
Right now my biggest fear is that Giggles will stumble upon the "operating table", currently covered with the guts of her beloved Jilly mixed up with the guts of one very unfortunate little rat named Patches. The scars that scene would burn into her very fragile pysche . . .
To be continued . . .
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