Back in Captivity. Rats!

Well, folks. It looks like I'm not as bright as I thought. Today was a very trying day for this here hamster. I've been humbled. It turns out those grey tunnel looking things have a trap door. I was stuck for I don't even know how long in one today. Turns out I couldn't find ANY FOOD anywhere...except the grey tunnel. 

I scurried in to one and BAM! Door closes. I try to turn around, nada. I try to back out of there but I was stuck. I gained some lbs during my time in exile. Needless to say, I soiled myself. Oh rats! 

At any rate, when the door finally opened, I was back inside my old digs and pissed. I hate this, but oh well. FML!

From Closet to Couch in 5 Seconds

These humans are so stupid. Just plain dumb! There I was hiding out in the hallway closet and they thought I was either dead or gone. Hello! Where do you suppose I go? You don't leave the door open long enough for me to run outside. That's a shame. I hear the grass is definitely greener when viewed from the other side of the sliding glass door. Hmf! Anyways, back to me.

Last night I made a daring escape from the closet where I've been hiding to the (wait for it), couch. I scared the living daylight out of my owner's mom. Granted, my cardio is on point these days, so the mad dash I made was at lightning speed. Ha!

Now I'll have to wait and see how long these humans will leave food and water out for me.

Around the Way in Seven Days

Hey there! If you thought I was a goner, you were wrong! I'm very much alive and camping out under my owner's couch. Yeah, that's right. I'm chillin.' I come out from time to time to dine on sunflower seeds and crumbs I find in the area. It's a good life, so much better than living locked up. They thought it was Alcatraz. LOL! 

It's been seven days since my escape. I have gotten so much exercise dodging these humans. They look so funny scrambling to catch lil ole me. If they only knew that word has spread in the rodent world. We know all the tricks humans pull to try to capture us. No can do. Not me, not now. I'm enjoying the sights and sounds. In seven days I have explored the kitchen, a closet and the lovely living room. I even dodged the exterminator. 

Today, I sensed some movement above my head. The couch was moving. I thought it was my first earthquake, but it seems my owner's mom was moving the couch. She thinks she's slick. As soon as we made eye contact I scurried under the couch. You can move that bad boy all you want, but it's going to take an act of congress to catch me! 

Here's a pic of the set-up, replete with live traps (hmf!):

My Escape

Hello human world! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hershey the Hamster. I'm a Russian dwarf hamster, to be exact. About a month ago, I was adopted by a single mother and her seven-year-old daughter. Well, let me back up. I was born as part of a large litter. Three weeks later, I found myself in a cardboard box (hmf!) transported to a taekwon do center where little children handled me, inappropriately, might I add. A little girl begged her mom to allow her to take me home and well, the rest is history. Sort of.

My first stop was Pet Supermarket where they bought me a sick pad. My crib is sick yo! Here's a pic! Disclaimer: That's not me in the cage. I'm much more handsome.

So there I was from box to cage. Much to my chagrin, the cage was mostly plastic, not allowing me to escape. Still, I planned and plotted my refuge. As you can see from the pic, the cage door is quite high and well, I, being a Russian dwarf and all, could not reach it even on my hind legs. :( The wheel was my favorite part. It allowed me to exercise my legs while incarcerated. 

Every time they cleaned my cage I would try to finagle my way out of there, but each time they blocked me. Humans are smart (and tyrannic). At any rate, one fateful day, I managed to scurry past them. My strategy was sick yo!

It's been four days since my escape and I can't tell you how liberated I feel. I have seen so much of the world already. For some strange reason I haven't reached grass yet, but I hear it's quite tasty. So far, I've eaten a few oddities, but thanks to my instincts have stayed away from gnawing at electrical cords. Woot woot! No fried hamster here. I've heard what they do to our guinea pig cousins over in Peru and I want no part of being on a human's plate unless it's to eat their food. I look great w/fur. Let's keep it that way!

From time to time I make cameo appearances, as I would love to have my name in lights one day. Doesn't the name "Hershey" sound famous?