Thinking murderous thoughts...

I walked into my kitchen half an hour ago and found Twitchy's cage hanging wide open. Now, methinks I know who did this. Obviously not the hammy. SOmeone human... Now, since I have no history of sleepwalking and such I know it wan't me. The hubby is in trouble.
I'm afraid Twitchy is traumatized... I had to chase him all around the kitchen to catch him, then he was trying to bite me so I had no choice but to grab him by the scruff of the neck... which I don't think he liked at all. He's my good hammy that doesn't bite, so I really don't want him to be holding any kind of grudge against me... his teeth are big. Now off to go scold the hubby while he's working.

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Well, the hubby denies all allegations of hamster neglect. Either he forgot he opened the cage, he is lying, or I have a houdini hamster. I am still a bit shaky after the hamster escapade experience, though not so much so as when my turtle escaped... that was really scary. Anyway, I have a Greek final in an hour and I'm debating as to how to occupy my time until then. I could study, but why? I really don't care that much, and no matter what I do I know I'm probably going to get a B anyway. I cou.d go talk to Ketterer about my thesis, but he probably hasn't gotten around to reading it yet. Hmmm... and when the exam is over I have to go home and write my six page "essay" for the socialist psycho-bitch who teaches German history (when she's not lecturing on Bush's politics.) On the bright side, I am getting $10 out of her for the cost of printing all those notes for people this semester. I hope the department doesn't refund her.