A really old poley I inherited from a guy, God love it, it slept all the time, it was ancient. I put it in the shed while It's hutch dried out. Somehow it got onto the top shelf and into some creosote, it was covered, hissin and spittin. I managed to get it "unbitten" into the kitchen sink, and got a handful of Swarfega onto it. That was when the fun started as it was as slippery as an eel. Somehow we both suvived and we were better friends afterwards, it sort of bonded us together. As an added bonus, though I changed his bedding every couple of days for a while, for weeks, he smelled of creos