Hamsters

So Ryleigh got her first pair of Fancy Hamsters last week.
They have the fancy cage with tubes and tunnels, a wheel, a ball to get out and play in. Everything a happy hamster needs.

Ryleigh had two friends spend the night last night and undoubtedly played with the new hamsters all night long.

Ryleigh is spending the night at a different friends house tonight.

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Today we ate at a really awesome BBQ place, and I was dying to blog about it on my other blog.

So, Scott's in bed (he has to work tomorrow)and I'm watching Lord of the Rings with one eye, and working on my blog with the other eye.. And it was about 11:30.
When one of my already busy eyes spots something white dart across my living room floor. You guessed it, a hamster.
Now this wouldn't really have been a problem, except for a couple of issues.
1) I have a cat who has never seen a hamster before and is curious.
2) Ryleighs room is a shit hole and you wouldn't be able to find a large dog in there.
3) I once had a mouse crawl up the inside of my pants, getting clear to my left thigh before I realized it, forcing me to take my pants off at work and drive home in a blanket (that story is in the notes on my facebook page).

So needless to say, there was no way I could ignore the fact that a rodent was loose in my house. I assumed that she had put him in his exercise ball and forgot about him, and he bumped into something, knocking the lid off and escaping.
I felt pretty fortunate when he didn't run too far and wasn't horrible difficult to catch.
Imagine my dismay when I waded knee deep in clothes and crap through Ryleigh's room to return him home, only to find that the other hamster (remember it was a pair) was also not in the cage..
Ryleigh (or one of her friends) had taken one of the caps off the holes in the cage. Apparently she didn't know it could become an escape hatch..
And since her room is a dump, I didn't see the cap laying around to replace it.
So.. I put some Press-n-seal over the hole, put the caught hamster in and looked around in panic. If I wasn't careful, I could have stepped on a pair of dirty jeans and heard a squeak and last breath..
I slowly made a path to the door and went to my own bed room..
Me (softly): hey honey.
Scott (not softly): what?
Me: I hate to wake you up but........... the hamsters got out.. I got one, but the other one is still loose.
Scott: uh okay?!?!?!
Me: If it gets in bed with you, don't kill it. K????
Scott: or maybe it was a growl.

Wonderful man that he is, got up and headed for Ryleighs room.
He moved some clothes, some crap and a few more clothes, and out popped a little white head.. This one however, not so willing to be caught..
After some maneuvering, chasing, jumping, catching, releasing, catching again, He finally got the little son of a.................. hamster.

Both fancy jail breakers are back in their cage, which is currently in the living room, with nothing more than some Press-n-seal preventing the entire occurrence from replaying itself, Scott is back in bed, Tessa is laying on the back of the couch watching them run in their wheel without going anywhere, and Ryleigh got a text that said she will be cleaning her room tomorrow.
Oh the excitement that goes on here on Sheridan Street.