My step-daughter’s mom is leaving town for a week and asked if we could take care of V’s pet hamster.
I must say, I’m not really fond of the vermin. I L-O-V-E animals , absolutely adore them. But when my kids were younger, they had pet hamsters too. Djungarian hamsters to be more specific.I think they were about 5-6 of them. We didn’t know at the time, but we had a female and a male hamster, and well, I don’t need to tell you the specifics of what had happened, but we ended up with a bunch of hamsters.
Anyway, one day, I realized that we were missing one. I frantically looked around the house to see if it had escaped, checked the cage, checked under the furniture, in all of the rooms, but it was never found again. A few days later, the same thing happened. I asked the kids if they took the hamsters out to play and lost them (My friend had once lost his hamster while playing in the couch with it and that hamster too, was never found again. The hamster went into a hole of the coach and never came out, yuck) But the kids almost in tears and had said that they didn’t.
In the end hamsters kept on disappearing until only one was left, covered in blood. Only then did I know that we were the unfortunate owners of a cannibal hamster. Ta-Da-Daaa!
I wouldn’t go near that thing anymore, I was traumatised. So I gave it away telling the new owners to definitely never buy him a friend !I don’t think that I ever told them why. Then, I told the kids that he too had disappeared, bad mama! But they know the truth now. Like the time I replaced one of my son’s fish when it died. “ Euh,Mom, why does my fish has more freckles on it’s back”…I can’t remember what I had said, but knowing me, it was probably a load of baloney. Oepsie!
Now having this hamster stay with us for the week is making me uneasy. It took me some time before I would go near it and now that I have, he looks kind of cute. Not in a “I’m going to hold you in my hands so you can eat me cute” just cute in a fluff ball kind of way. Yet, I can’t help it ,I’m still holding a grudge on the entire hamster species. While I’m writing this post, it’s looking at me with his black googly eyes…eating.
Oh well, I guess it will only be for the week. If our cat Snowflake doesn’t make the hamster …“disappear” that is. Moehahahaha!
Bad bad mommy.