Roommate of mine had a sugar glider. It was an adorable and fun pet—but also stinky, messy and really needs to have the run of a room to be happy. We each had an over shirt to put on when playing with him so as no to get that very special musk on our real clothes.
Poor thing ended up with either a tumor or brain infection and died biting my thumb while I tried to give it ear drops.
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