Update on the hamster family.
After Tessa emerged from the cold air return vent, I never heard another peep. No rodent nail scratching on metal, no squeaking, no scratching.. Just silence.
When Scott got home from work, he even banged on the ducts. Nothing.
But we both know the smell of dead rotting rodent, and neither of us wanted to suffer through that. Or suffer through wondering if the little guy could have been saved.
So Scott headed to the basement. Remember the house is 100 years old. I'm pretty sure the duct work is too. After some banging and clanging he broke one end loose. But not enough to reach his hand in. He did however see the hamster at the OTHER END of the duct. After he pulled on it a little too much the other nails started popping out. The entire piece of ducting was (and is)hanging by one corner and about six 100 year old nails.
Scott lured him down with some popcorn. He squeaked and squawked and hissed (but never tried to bite).
He is now safely in the loft of his bachelor pad.
10 years ago
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This one time, I had a bamboo plant and it died. That one time was 3 months ago. I'll never forget the day my hamster died. I cried. That was 20 years ago. What would happen if the hampsters "ran away" one day?
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