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okay, so coming home from kareoke (read the last post ;))
saturday night...i was out kinda late..but my host family is still out of town so i just came home, and i went to say hello to the little hamster living in my room...just like i always do when i come home.
but i had a horrific realization.
IT WAS GONE.
what the WHAT! the little thing liked to climb on the top of its cage and be really loud and annoying...so i searched the entire apartment looking for him...but he was nowhere to be found. it doesnt help that they dont respond to their name like dogs or any sensible pet!
stupid hamsters.
i felt horrible. what was i going to tell my host family?! i lost their pet!
i was freaking out. but there wasnt much i could do..so i went to bed and decided i would figure it out tomorrow.
sunday morning came along (by the time i woke up it was actually afternoon...) but anyways, i creeped my eyes open, and put my glasses on and looked up and BAM. there he was. just a walkin through the middle of my room. so i POUNCED on him. and threw him in his cage and gave him a good talkin to..and put books on top of the cage so he couldnt open the door again.
i was sooooo proud of myself! i didnt have to break the bad news that i lost their beloved pet. (i still dont know his name...)
crisis avoided!
yessss.
so the days pass, and everything was good! the thing still bothered me because it would make noise 24/7 and be really annoying, but i was just happy that he was right back where he was supposed to be :)
then tuesday comes around. i said my goodbyes to him, and left for school...not thinking that tragic moments were going to come later that day.
i came to school, taught my lessons, ate lunch, and was done for the day. i figured i would just go to the gym and hang out because it was too cold to go anywhere, and i didnt wanna just sit at home.
SO. i run home really quick to pick up my gym clothes (luckily home is on the wayish to the gym!)
and i go to say hello to mr. hamster like i always do, and he wasnt moving.
he was just laying there like a pile of dead.
he was all stiff, and his eyes were open. and..i didnt look all that close but i'm pretty sure his tongue was sticking out. so all those things mean he was sitting there DEAD.
i freaked out. HOW COULD HE?! that's not allowed. the family was still out of town! what was i going to tell them?! or what was i supposed to do with the body? i wouldnt touch it when it was alive..there was NO WAY i was going to touch that dead thing.
what was i going to do?
call them "umm hi so remember me? yeah, i'm still living in your house..hope you're having a good vacation..oh um me? yeah..i'm good. your hamster is dead though."
i couldnt do it! the worst part was that i knew they told me they were going to come home the exact day that it died!
that little snot couldnt even stay alive for ONE MORE DAY. to save my butt.
of course this would only happen to me...
so anyways, i tried to stay awake to wait for the family to get home, but they never came home! so now i'm stuck with this dead hamster in my room and i dont know what to do, and i dont know when they are coming home. it's quite the dilemma...not gunna lie.
so now, i'm going to clear up some facts, statements, and questions that might come flying at me when you read this.
Q: did i feed it?
A: YES. it always had food in its container. but i'm convinced it wasnt eating. it was on a starvation strike.
Q: did you put it in the microwave and now you're just telling everyone it died on its own?
A: OMG!!! no!
my theory is: it died from falling. the thing loved to hang upside down on it's cage, and fall off..and then climb back up and crawl around. it would do that so many times...i'm pretty sure it was from head trauma.
it also had a cancerous thing on it's face. it was disgusting. it looked like a tumor...and it grossed me out. it mighta died from that.
Q: cant you just go buy another one and tell them that's it?
A: yeah, except see above statement. where am i going to get a cancerous hamster in this country?!
anyways, that's all i have for you.
the family still hasnt come home, or answered their phone. so now i am just sitting here waiting..and trying to figure out what i am going to do.
:/
rest in peace little guy...
2 comments:
Idea: hurry and learn russian and then write a little suicide note from the hamster before they get home.
Also, do you have an entire black outfit you can wear upon their arrival? And can you make yourself cry?
Or just tell them what happened and they'll shrug their shoulders, give you a hug, and then they'll go buy another hamster/rat.
Done and done.
o mallory i cant stop laughing.
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