No, I don’t have a hamster. But I do have a pretty great story about one.
Years and years ago, when we lived on a farm, my brother Mike, had a hamster, much like the one pictured above. He loved his hamster and he played with it often. The hamster was really good at getting out of the pen it was kept in. So Mike would catch it and sometimes, he would wake up and it would be sitting on his face waiting to be caught.
One day, it just disappeared. Mike was really, really sad. We looked all over and couldn’t locate it at all. It was a sad time.
Fast forward to a couple of months later. I was in college and happened to call my Mom. She kept telling me to be quiet because she was trying to shoot a rat in the kitchen. She apparently was laying on her stomach with a pellet gun and was determined to shoot the critter dead. I would hear her whisper, “Oh, here it comes…it’s sticking it’s face out a bit.” Then I would hear her shoot the gun. And then hear her get mad because she shot the fridge or the cabinets instead. I about died laughing. The funniest comment she made? “It kind of looks like that hamster that Mike lost a couple of months ago…it has the same exact markings, except it’s MUCH bigger.” When I came home to visit one weekend after that, her kitchen was all shot up. I laughed and laughed till I almost cried.
My guess is the hamster grew much larger out of captivity and she was trying to shoot it because she thought it was a rat. She never did get it. She probably scared it half to death, but she never was able to successfully shoot it.
These days, whenever Mom comments that she has seen a mouse, we all quickly remind my Dad to lock up the pellet gun so the kitchen is safe. Kitchens don’t have a hunting season after all…