If you were a hamster, and your owners dumbass sister who’s supposed to be taking care of you didn’t latch the cage all the way… where would you be?
DAMNIT.
fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!
July 16th, 2008
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Under the fridge…under the washing machine. Up or down as many stairs as possible. Try setting out treats in places near where you think the hamster should be and waiting. We had a hamster who would often chew through the door of the cage and escape, so we’ have to hamster-hunt. Could Justice help find the hamster? Please tell me there are no cats in the house…
Ummm . . . Petcetera?
If he’s still alive, he’s PROBABLY still in her room — the bedroom door was shut. Unfortunately, that doesn’t block vents and other such tiny exits… gah.
Justice definitely doesn’t have him, she’s been with me (we don’t live here anymore, I’ve just been stopping by every couple of days to water the plants, check the mail, and … *cough* feed the hamster.) Was vaguely tempted to get her to help search, but suspect that if she found him, she’d, uh, FIND him faster than I could stop her. With her teeth. She’s been trying to kill him since Christmas.
I put his food dish & water dish down on the ground, but … like I said, I don’t live here anymore — I’m leaving soon. However, I did put one of his favorite treats in his food dish, so at least we’ll know if he’s been by.
Found a few spots where he’d been — chewed off the toe of one of Carol Ann’s shoes, and there’s some poop in a few spots. But alas, no hamster.
My biggest fear is that a few days without food & water (since he can’t get back up to his cage, I’m guessing) may mean that there isn’t a hamster running around her room… there’s a dead hamster HIDING somewhere. Oh god, I’m going to scar my baby sister permanently.
(Ok, to put things into perspective: My parents lost my hamster when I was 11 and went to Toronto. I got him back, he’d been hiding in his extra shavings. And it didn’t scar me forever when I found him dead in his cage a few months later. But still. DAMNIT.)
I tell you, the pet store option seems like a good one. The biggest problem with that is… I don’t remember what the damn thing looked like. Um. Brown? Damnit. I suspect that won’t work on Carol Ann, either — I still remember EXACTLY what the fur patterns on my childhood hamster were.
In case you’re wondering: Dog is totally useless. She found… the cage. Idiot.
*sigh* At least she’s pretty.
I’ve been watching a fair bit of children’s television lately (for natural reasons) and we get a Japanese show called Hamtoro which is all about what pet hamsters get up to when the owners aren’t looking. According to that he could be on a field trip to collect nuts or possibly at school trying to sort out some sort of homework crisis.
Oh, sorry, you were thinking in real life, right?
Uhm. Any cosy, cramped, dark place is my guess. Have you checked IN her shoes?
Behind the dresser.
I can bring my cat over. She’s too slow to kill it but she might help us find it.
Under things … probably. Or in the vents. :-(
I asked a exterminator customer today where he would look for a run away rodent. Luckily, he apparently is an avid hamster keeper, so it came more from his experiences from that then from killing things. He said to look in you basement, the lowest point possible. Also, he said the best way to find it would by baiting it. Hope this helps
I found mine nesting in a back corner of my closet. I’d also take a look on/around/under her bed.