When I was introduced to this little community within the fandom, my first thought was that I wanted to be a part of it. My fellow local wyrm handlers showed me their lovely adopted creatures, and I was smitten by their cuteness and personality. The last day of the Furpocalypse convention, I made up my mind. I was going to get my first wyrm. So I approached the table, and I was able to snag the last egg. Shadra presented me with Truda, my orange Tunneler. I couldn't stop smiling! She was perfect. A little piggy face that I showed everyone I met. I was, and still am, so proud to call her my first wyrm adoption.
However, I was a little... unprepared. Wyrms are special, whimsical animals, and I wasn't expecting some of the things they did. Their... quirks, if you will. About a week ago, I woke up one morning as usual. I started to go about my day, making breakfast and whatnot. When I went to check on Truda to see how she was, she was not in her sleeping space. My Tigerdile, Martini, only stared up at me with straying, googly eyes. He was no help. I checked some places that might be a cozy hiding place for a wyrm; shoes, nope... Sweater pocket, nope... Dresser drawers, no dice. I started to worry.
What I did not know was that I left my closet door open. I usually close that door when I put my clothes from the day away. But there it remained, open a crack. It wasn't until I heard Truda's distinct snuffling snore that I found where she was hiding. I have a basket of socks that stays there in the bottom of my closet. Wouldn't you know it, my tunneler found a place she could tunnel in. Looking back on it, I should have guessed that's where she would be. It made me realize how important it is to give my wyrm something that feeds their natural instincts.
If anybody else has suggestions about how to better the indoor life of a tunneler, I would love to hear some.
