Our evil hamster is gone. Today was cage cleaning day and she was curled up in a ball. Tim took the lid off and she didn't attack (like she usually did) and he poked her with a stick. Nothing. I was in the shower at the time and he comes in to say, "We have a problem". He then tells about the passing. He then went to tell the boys. I heard the feet running down the hallway to go look. When I got out of the shower, I was happy (and maybe a little concerned) that the boys weren't sad to see her go. Connor was singing, "Ding dong, the hamsters dead". He is a tender hearted kid usually. Aidan wasn't too upset. For the last week he's been begging us to feed it to the snake. I think it's safe to say there will be no more hamsters in this house. I can't even begin to say how much money we've spent on that beast.
Here's the funny part of this...yes, we can find humor in everything. Aidan is having a party next weekend. We asked him what kind of cake he wanted. He wants a hamster cake. We were going to build a cake into a hamster sitting on his hind paws holding a nut. Now Tim wants to make a dead hamster cake. I'm trying to talk Aidan back into a Kirby cake. I guess I have a week to try and figure that out.
RIP Rhino...although I'm sure she's headed to hamster hell.
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