My college roommate and I reasoned that a pair of guinea pigs would be a good idea the fall of our freshman year. I remember their names, burned into memory forever: "Rosetta" and " Sebastian". We kept them in the large bottom drawer of a desk (opened of course). I guess we were too cheap to purchase a proper cage. We had them for less than a month. Sebastian escaped from his makeshift "cage", found and ate an entire powdered donut, and died right before the Thanksgiving holiday. Ms. B flew home for Thanksgiving and took Rosetta with her (I know not how; probably in her large satchel purse) and left her in the care of her younger sisters. I was glad.
My daughter adores guinea pigs; so much that she now has four. This one above is not even a week old. The mama guinea, a belly growing and moving with waving legs, gave birth to but one offspring last Sunday. Huge baby. How could she ever birth a litter?
Sigh. There are males and females here. I'm worried about that.