when i was a kid my hamster got out of his cage in the basement and i couldnt find him anywhere. finally, after some time had passed, and thinking that i had lost him for good, i placed his cage under the stairs. a week or so later i went into the storage room to get something and i heard this scratching.
he was back in his cage trying hard as hell to get out.
turns out he had been living the high life only footsteps away in a carved out bungalo under the stairs. he ate christmas gingerbread ornaments for sustenance and drank water from the condensation on a de-humidifier.
why he climbed back in i'll never know. he'd had it made. his life was gravy.
maybe he missed the roller ball and our family pekingese that pushed him along.
ahhh good times.
