so, 2 weeks ago, my uncle paul (the one that i live with and is 40 something) brings a fucking hamster home. He was doing a clean out for someone and they wanted to get rid of it. For some un-known reason, he thought is was a good idea to bring it home.
Naturally, he has him living downstairs with me, so i can hear him running on his wheel.
Well, that little shit escaped yesterday and is now somewhere in the basement. It is basically going to be impossible to find him, as my uncle is a massive junk collector and have shit in every inch of space in the basement.
In conclusion, i have accepted the fact that at any give moment there could be a hamster crawling into bed with me. This is not exactly what i was thinking when i told God i needed a man in my bed STAT!
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trap was set, hamster caught. He is ok.
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