So, you can probably already guess what I’ll be posting about… Frankie got into something weird again and ate it.
This time, I came home from work and walked upstairs to hear a rustling sound. I looked into my extra room, and didn’t see anything. Then I realized the sound was coming from inside a cardboard box… I looked inside, and there was Frankie, munching away on packing peanuts. And of course, not just destroying them. Consuming them.
Some of the packing peanuts were the biodegradable kind, but some were styrofoam. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that he only ate the bio kind, but knowing him, probably not. I know he has a fixation with styrofoam, so I’m not too optimistic. I have no idea how long he was in there or how much he ate. My dad said he doesn’t think Frankie has been upstairs for more than half an hour, but that’s not very helpful.
I just gave him some pellets, hay, and parsley to get something else in his system to move it along. I’ll be keeping an eye on him tonight. I’ll keep you updated. Hopefully his stomach of steel pulls through 