I'm a Baaaad Daddy

I've been back for three days and haven't picked up the weasels yet. I miss them, but I've still got a mountain of stuff to clean up. Most of the stuff is poop that I couldn't bother to clean up before I left. They'll remain on a caged regimen with supervised forays out into their side of the house; if this proves less torture to my allergies, I'll withdraw my offer to Mistress Lisa for their adoption. Cross your fingers, folks.