tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744713612800481477.post7257830179093524810..comments2024-01-20T14:10:34.212-08:00Comments on One Gal's Trash: The FugitiveOne Gal's Trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311496839432647776noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744713612800481477.post-56162236495648091842008-02-07T12:36:00.000-08:002008-02-07T12:36:00.000-08:00My son, then 7 years old, had a hamster around the...My son, then 7 years old, had a hamster around the time we renovated our home. It was a major renovation which required us moving out for 5 months. Just before we moved out we lost Bucky. He managed to sneak out of his cage one summer night. We searched and searched to no avail and eventually moved out without him. Five months passed. We moved back in. I opened my sock drawer to put my clothes away and there was Bucky. Sad, dead Bucky. Poor little hamster!Popsicles & Lollipopshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06090617383392054095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744713612800481477.post-87498598031377758242008-02-05T08:03:00.000-08:002008-02-05T08:03:00.000-08:00Okay, this talent for escape must run in the genet...Okay, this talent for escape must run in the genetics of the Teddy Bear Hamster. I had one as a kid (named Farah, after Fawcett - eesh). And that thing was forever getting out of her cage - we finally resorted to metal mesh and bricks.<BR/><BR/>They're so cute, but tricky . . . very tricky.Diane Gillelandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02210339859168266767noreply@blogger.com