I am in the dining room. Behind me on the right is our newly decorated Christmas tree (Note to self: Remove and discard all strands of lights before storing tree for next year. Second note to self: Buy replacement lights
Remember our previous hamster, Little Feet? Little Feet was something of an escape artist, having one interesting adventure after another.
Maybe it's something to do with being in the Advent season, but Magellan decided over the weekend that he, too, wanted to have an adventure.
We came home really late on Saturday night. You know how it is. You're out visiting friends and people are all chatty and forget the time and there you are. When we got home, Magellan was up and perky looking so Neatnik and I opened his door and waited for him to come out to play. He seemed a little reluctant so I sent her to change and brush teeth and I opened my email interface to check for panicked student messages. Somehow, we both forgot to close the cage door.
Sunday morning dawned and after breakfast, Neatnik noticed the open door. Old pros at hamster search and rescue missions, we didn't panic. Armed with flashlights, we searched the first floor. Then we searched the basement.
No hamster.
Hmmm. What to do? We'd already missed the last mass at our parish so we put out some food on a plastic bag - in the hope that if the hamster came out to investigate, we would hear the plastic rustling and then rustle him up and back to his house.
All day, nothing. The apples were untouched. The plastic bags made no noise.
Being Catholic, we knew who to enlist for assistance: Saints Francis and Anthony. The dudes (and Number Guy) came through for us!
It seems that Magellan had the notion that he was on a 24 hour furlough. Number Guy caught him last night and the hamster is currently making his squeaky little snores behind me.
What an advent-ture. I think maybe Magellan was reading Humphrey's
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Thanks for a good night's sleep, rat butt!!!
NG
lol... never a dull moment at Chez Trek, is it? :)
Hehe :) They are sneaky those hamsters. I love the blog name Magellan - it is eminently suitable!
lol When I was younger, any time Houdini escaped, all we had to do was follow the barks of our rat terrier, Buttons. She never caught him thank goodness. I'd still like to know how that little stink kept getting out of his cage.
Any clues where he was?!
Be sure to tell Chris how Magellan managed to descend the basement stairs without squashing himself and then took up residence inside an air conditioner. And ask Bubblesknits if Buttons is still around. And hungry...
ILY,NG
I had a hamster when I was a kid who used to escape from its cage nearly every night. It would head straight for my bed and run back and forth across my face until I woke up. I got so used to it, I could catch her and return her to her cage without even waking up!
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