Sunday, June 11, 2006

Solved...

The mystery is solved. We found Whitey, the white hamster.

Eight days ago, his cage was left open and he jumped off the dryer. We have put out food, looked everywhere, and set traps (large buckets with food in the bottom and stairs going up) He never showed up. I first thought he was really sweet...and dumb. However, he evaded all our traps...I was beginning to think he was smarter than we thought....

I was wrong...

I was wrapping a present yesterday...I had a few spools of ribbon to choose from. I chose yellow. I was unwrapping a lot of it and BAM! He flew out the end of the spool. Needless to say, he had gotten stuck and had died SEVERAL days before inside my ribbon.

I nearly messed my pants. AAhhh, being the mom of boys.

Our friends Johnny and Anna were coming for the weekend...we had about an hour of family time before they got there to have a burial.

Chuck is such an amazing dad...he cared so much about how the boys would feel, how to explain it, etc...

Charlie wasn't even sad. He figures that we will just get another one. How terrible is that!? You can't kill one pet and just go get another!! How I pray for the right words.

The burial was the first of many, I am sure. Charlie will tell you..."I have a hamster named Whitey...he is dead and dirty."

Sunday, June 04, 2006

At Large...

It's been a bad week.

Did you know we have a hamster? Cute thing, it is. It is small, about as big as a toddler's closed fist, and so soft. This is our 2nd hamster. The first hamster was named Charlie and it was a spaz. Go figure. It was up every morning at 4 am to exercise...and ran so fast we couldn't hold it. I GLADLY traded him in when he bit Charlie.

The second hamster is as dossile as they come. She is so SO sweet. She LOVES to ride in the front cabs of toy trucks, the buckets of front loaders, she is truly a keeper. Her name is Whitey. Guess what color she is...


On Thursday the boys were playing with her in the laundry room. Why there? Because this is where she stays. She lives on the dryer and due to what Charlie calls her "pooping problem", she doesn't leave the area. He has become quite efficient, in fact, at wiping her bottom on a towel as soon as a poop emerged. OKOK. Enough, I know. I just HAD to convey all this so you would know how upset I was when they went BACK to play an hour later to find her GONE. Someone had left the door open and she must have decided that she was tired of the dryer. She bolted.

I frantically called the pet store. They said to put peanut butter out on a plate. I did this right before I got in the shower...and before I was done, both boys came in COVERED in peanut butter. I have NO idea what gave them the idea that they could finger paint in it.

Three days and counting. She showed up Friday night for some food...We have seen no other evidence of her.

It freaks me out to think of where she has created a nest...chewed clothes, books, pooped, peed.....uuuuggggh.