Well, in my hubris I thought I could sex a 5 week old gerbil. I am
apparently and idiot, full of sound and fury, and signifying nothing.
Miranda (my mite bearing gerbil) is a boy. Looks like she's Othello now.
This means another litter, I think, since (s)he was to be Frick's cagemate,
following the seperation from Frack. Arrgh. I suppose a second litter will
let me figure out her genetics, anyway, since I'll have a basis for
comparison.
Time to remember all the good stuff I learned in high school, I guess. I
couldn't sex fruit flies then, and I can't sex gerbils now. Yeesh.
