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November 12th, 5:17pm
I fear I may have jinxed myself. It sounds ridiculous, but I really do have to wonder with how quickly things escalated. These last few days have been nothing short of absolutely hellish, and this is all thanks (very much!) to the Holmes brothers!
My earlier hypothesis about their imminent separation has, most regrettably, proven quite true. It started when everything came to a head several nights back. The Holmeses assigned keeper had just finished setting the table (Mycroft does not abide eating at a table that is not properly set, or properly color coordinated), and almost immediately the area was overtaken by both Sherlock and Mycroft.
That was the first sign of trouble, as Sherlock very rarely approaches the dining area at standard feeding times ( Note: The reason for his finicky eating has yet to be determined. Even when given absolute privacy, or allowed food access without Mycroft's presence, Sherlock shows no interest. Attempts at introducing alternative food types have likewise resulted in failure). But while the on-duty keeper noted their behavior to be oddly stilted, given their recent aggression towards the other, this was nothing so very out of line as to raise any alarms.
At first, everything seemed to proceed as typical. Sherlock showed absolutely no interest in his dinner, while Mycroft enjoyed his with his usual gusto. Sherlock, as typical of him in his older brother's presence, began chattering, a call that believe is designed solely to agitate.
For a long while, he was ignored, but as Mycroft moved on to his dessert, Sherlock switched suddenly to a series of raucous cries. At this point, Mycroft began to emit a low growl. Sherlock continued his distressing behavior, and seemed very oblivious, until finally Mycroft abandoned his meal, and instead chose to sink his claws in his brother (or rather, beat him over the head repeatedly with his umbrella).
As the Holmes species very rarely resorts to any physical displays of aggression, the keeper immediately sent out an alert. By the time I arrived on scene the table had been overturned and the china shattered across the ground. Sherlock, being the more agile of the two, had scampered up a tree, well out of his brother's reach. He continued with his antagonizing cries, occasionally pelting a salad fork or soup spoon at Mycroft, who snarled and huffed, circling at the tree's base.
We managed to separate the two before there was any serious harm to either party. Mycroft went to his den without much fuss, but it was only with a tranquilizer that we were able to remove Sherlock from the vicinity and place him in isolation. As of yet, he is still being held there, though arrangements are being made to place him in alternate housing.
Note: Following the scuffle between Sherlock and Mycroft, I happened to glance over at the Moriarty enclosure, as it's located just across the way. Not surprisingly, Jim was watching the rather noisy exchange. A curious creature, I wasn't taken too aback, until several hours later, when I discovered him to be in the very same position, still staring into the Holmes enclosure. I was a little afraid of the intensity of his gaze, and found myself uncommonly grateful that we'd fenced in the roof of his enclosure.