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I honestly have no idea what this blog is, but, I should write something I suppose. I'll start a proper one, and link it when I can.
Assuming I can do links.

It had been a few days. I'd had enough peace to chew through the ceiling. I was just arranging some strips of newspaper in the rafters when I heard:
"We have to wash it?" It was a man's voice.
The other man sighed, "I don't think she means it in a weird way, I think she's just tired of the smell. And the constant..."
They paused at the sound of my frantic chewing.
"Oh, gosh, And Lewis has only just recovered." The first man complained.
"Look, it wasn't rabies, it was only fear. Let's sort it out and get out. With any luck, the thing will just drown up there."
My eyes widen, as I frantically gnaw a hole through the roof. I hurry to fetch a piece of tubing, which I think may have been leftover from electrical works. Or gas? Heating? I don't know. I force it through the hole I've made, just before I feel the water hit me.

I'd barely slept for a day and a half before I saw it, heard it, rather. One of the males, I think it was cracked the door open and rolled a pen inside.
Blue, ballpoint, slightly chewed. I took it before he could think better of the idea and scurried back up to my nest to contemplate my prize.

It wasn't long before the stroppy strumpet returned and lobbed a book at my head.
"What's this?" I hissed.
"Be more like her." The woman called, and stormed out.
I look at the projectile. It says Colleen Hoover on it.
"I don't know what a Colleen is." I complain. And go back to wallpapering my cocoon with spit and torn scraps of newspaper.
The pod reads, "Send Help, Mad." If anyone sees it, they will clearly read that my captors are insane. It's my only hope.

I woke in a dark room, to the sounds of muffled speech beyond my door. I could hear a woman's voice, someone stroppy, two men, clearly cowed and a third which was making garbled sounds elsewhere.
"Well, thank goodness it didn't turn out to be rabies, but we know it bites." she was saying.
"Boss, what are we going to do with it?" one of the men said.
"We ought to just let it go. Stay well clear of that creature." the other suggested.
"Oh come on. It's clearly human... probably." The female decreed.
I couldn't really tell what they were talking about, and so amused myself, making a hanging nest in the corner of my room out of bedclothes, a down pillow, and my own spit.

It's been two days since my capture. I left my holiday hovel only to find a grapefruit in a jar. Naturally, I ignored it, and rummaged through some bins, but on the way back, the grapefruit had become a passion-fruit. I was intrigued, I crept over the rocks on the shore, and reached into the jar for the magic fruit.
I had been trying to pull it out of the jar for only half and hour before some of the humans threw a blanket over me. At first I thought they were after the enchanted food, but their true purpose was much stranger.