Thursday, January 14, 2010
Bob pulls a Houdini.
Bob is the cutest hamster ever. Well of course he is. Duh. I picked him out. That's where the problem lies. I should not be allowed to pick out animals period. Most people would go in and say "Yeah. Just gimme that one over there." Done deal.
Me? Nope. "Aw. How cute is he? Look mom he is walking on his hind legs waving a baton." This is followed by silence. "What? Didn't you see him do the back flip? Whatever. I'll take that one!"
So. Mr. Bob got a little tubby and I had to expand his cage with all the cool attachments I could find. Only the best for my buddy Bob. His new pad had lots of tubes and hiding holes. The best feature, however, was the silent hamster wheel. Well, I found out that the only way the wheel can be silent is if your "evil" hamster didn't ram 8oz of wood shavings and hammy treats into the wheel, and then proceed to run a marathon.
OK. Not a problem. I worked around it. I removed the wheel at night before bed and replaced it in the morning. It was working I swear, but remember Bob is not normal. That is the last time I watch G-force with him in the room. The cage sits almost 3 feet off the floor, and the wheel gets set on the floor so I can just pop it back on in the morning. All exits in this cage are blocked by cute little bubble tube things with the exception of the ceiling. Two holes on one side provide for necessities one for water, and the other food. I have his water tube set in one, but I chose to bowl feed him so he can hoard. The second hole is blocked by plug (hamster proof HA!) that obviously can be dislodged by el supremo hamstero.
2:55 am and I hear: squeak...squeak...squeak. What is that? I thought I took the wheel off. Does anyone want to figure this one out? Yes. Bob had Mission Impossibled himself out of the cage, and then instead of running for the hills, or chewing his way into another room he chose to climb into the wheel that was on the floor. It wasn't even upright. It was lying on its side so the dummy had to climb in and run in circles for real. My hamster escaped and he chose to stay close to home and trap himself. Why was this funny two hours ago and not so much now? Never mind. Bob just started running in his wheel of terror after spitting a mouth full of treats to torture me. Evil hamster!
I love Bob. Sniff.