Posting Beast!!!

It’s 4 in the morning and I’m eating chocolate covered almonds. Not studying… just… up.

Had a random urge to post about my sister’s hamster. Not sure if i posted a story of the hamster, but in memory of my sister’s late hamster… now laying in the backyard, let me tell you a tale of an adventure like no other… not really.

Woke up one day to find my sister going crazy and yelling my name. I come downstairs to the living room where i find my sister at the scene of the crime. The hamster was out of its cage. How did it happen? We believe that our dad cleaned the cage (which is often very much needed as my sister is sometimes too busy with school, talking with friends, or chillin with the boyfriend) and he didn’t put the wheel on properly. Our hamster slept in the wheel that he was suppose to run on which he did… but he got old and started sleeping there instead. So the wheel fell over night, and the hamster escaped. So the epic adventure began.

We looked everywhere… under the piano, in corners behind tables. No where to be found. I believe he may have been under the couch at first. Oh… the hamster didn’t really have a name. It was just hamster… and I think it was a he.
It took I believe a whole day to catch him. He ended up going to the kitchen hiding behind the oven, and apparently we had a hole in our bottom cupboards coz he got in there with the plastic shopping bags, sauces, cleaning supplies, and green bin. I was actually pretty concerned it would chew on something poisonous. I let it roam around a bit because everyone deserved a taste of freedom instead of being locked up in a cage. I think it may have been his happiest night. However, the fear of poison did kick in and I couldn’t let him chill in the cupboards/drawers any longer. So I did what any owner would do… set up a trap. Put the ball thing that the hamster could run in around the house with food. Left the ball open so the hamster would climb in and grab the food. He eventually did and I caught him. I felt pretty proud. Put him back in his cage and his adventure had finally ended.

Couldn’t pick him up coz he was scared of people touching him. You could only stroke his back when he was eating. Otherwise he would run. And even then, he would still crumple up into a ball if he feels too nervous getting touched while eating, or it would start trembling. Poor guy.

R.I.P. again Hamster