One for Weary Parent
Weary Parent has sent out a call for stories about pets from hell. To answer her call, here is mine…
When my boys were very small, I got them a hamster. I thought it would be a fun and easy pet for them to take care of and to begin learning a little responsibility. You know baby steps.
We named him Herbie.
Herbie was a great pet at first. He played with the boys, didn’t bite, didn’t pee all over everything like the one Weary Parent refers to, he was actually quite entertaining.
Three months into Herbie being our family pet, we learned the hard way what a pain in the rump these critters can be.
Herbie managed to chew his way through the wire top we had on his cage. He escaped!ÂÂ
He’d been out and about the house for about 4 hours when we found him and put him back.
Since he’d chewed through the wire top, I needed to come up with something to cover the gapping hole until I could get something more appropriate. I chose two catalogs - JCPenny and Sears (back when they were THICK - remember those?).ÂÂ
It sure didn’t take that critter long to figure out his way around those. Well, not around actually, but through them! He chewed a HUGE hole right in the middle of BOTH catalogs and was out again.
This time Herbie was a free hamster for just over a week. He’d left his mark in every room of our 11 room house and managed to make it INTO the walls.ÂÂ
In my office I could hear his little scratches on the wall - but there was nothing I could do to get to him. Naturally I assumed he’d come back out the way he went in.ÂÂ
Silly Me! What was I thinking? The demon hamster had chewed through one wire cage cover and two huge catalogs - why on earth would I ever think he wouldn’t chew through a wall.
He DID!
Yep, right there, next to my desk, a hole big enough to fit a golf ball through.
Well, we caught him again and put him back in his cage. This time with two iron skillets. I knew the vermin wouldn’t come through that.
The next morning the boys woke up for school and pointed out that Herbie must have really worn himself out because he was sleeping like a rock.
A rock he was!
It wasn’t until about a year ago that the boys actually learned that Herbie wasn’t still in the house and he wasn’t still on the loose.  Herbie had died right after his last adventure. Yes, I told a mommy lie to protect their little feelings. But vengeance would be mine!
I took Herbie with me in the car while running errands and winged him out the window somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
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