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?