Guinea Pigs Everywhere, Everywhere!

So Grandma Clark in her blog briefly mentioned the part where along with us to Logandale came our guinea pig I paid top dollar for from the pet store (I know, that phrase alone makes me sound like a complete moron, but wait for it.....it gets better), and with her came the three little piggies she was secretly carrying when I took her home from that very pet store where I paid top dollar (yes, I am a moron. I buy a guinea pig who was, as Mari so eloquently says, "knocked-up.") No one made me aware of the activities which take place when three little piggies are born. First of all, they come out with hair on, eyes wide, famished with the want of food, and they are ready to play. They look almost as big as the poor female who just bore them. As fate would have it, she has fallen into the right hands. You have to know how invetibly sympathetic I am of any woman who carries three HUGE babies through a pregnancy of stroller rides, accidental trips down the stairs, tea parties with 3 year olds, and then unassisted labor and delivery. But night and day it is cage fighting in my mud room. These pigs throw saw dust and hop around each other trying out their WWF moves. They carry on with their endless chatter while all of their bedding has made a yardsale on my floor. Someone online described baby guinea pigs as acting like "popcorn" in their cage. I have a testimony of that. And it makes it worse if I step into the room. Suddenly in a second, the steel cage match is over and they all frantically scurry for their little igloo, saying "Hurry up! Quick.....here she comes, let's run as fast as we can into our house and in doing so, we will kick up the rest of our pine shavings so it ALL is now on the floor!" I am finding it difficult to keep groceries in the house as well. They require an endless supply of food and they all squeak when Isabelle gets out their Timothy hay. I'm beginning to understand why Venita was so quick to throw any rodent, weathered or not, out to cohabitate in the chicken coop. At this point, I may go live in the chicken coop. So, on that note, anyone out there in need of a guinea pig, please.....step into my office. Oh, and they're probably pregnant.
Well, gotta get to bed. Isabelle has reminded me several times that there are lots and lots of plants still waiting to be with their friends outside.