Pop Rocks
Hubby is back from travelling for a week. I think he had a good time in some respects, but found his hotel room postage stamp sized, and at about 6'4" he finds cross country flights very uncomfortable.
A couple of troubling developments on the homefront. One is the ever diminishing number of spoons in the silverware drawer. The knives and forks are holding at steady numbers, but it seems everytime I unload the dishwasher there are less and less spoons. I asked my husband if he was taking spoons to work in his lunch and he said no, spoons are provided at his place. Allie noticed the lack of spoons as well. What gives? Spoon gremlins? are the spoons holed up somewhere with the single socks that sneak off from the dryer?
Also, I think Milo, our hamster is trying to make a break for it- ala Steve McQueen in the "Great Escape" He has succeeded in chewing much of the green paint off the metal parts of his cage, the rest is plastic. He is often furiously burrowing in the shavings of his cage- as if he might be burrowing out of there. This makes me pretty sad. I hoped Milo would be happy with us, after all, we do keep him in seeds and he has the most high-tech hamster digs with the 360 degree "EXTREME!" hamster wheel. Plus, we have made him mazes and we talk with him, pet him, and let him scurry around on us.
The only negative I can think of prompting this behavior is the "Pop Rocks incident"- you all may remember the candy Pop Rocks from the '70s and '80s - it fizzled in your mouth and some kid at school's cousin's best friend had Pop Rocks and Coke together and their head exploded or the combination made him "permanently retarded"-- I remember those stories circulating at our school. Anyway, Pop Rocks are still around, and having heard '70s lore from me, Allie simply had to try them. We had Milo out of his cage and set him down on the dining table, where unfortunately a few errant, tiny Pop Rocks pieces were left. Of course, Milo ate them and his little nose twitched and twitched as the Pop Rocks fizzled in his tiny hamster mouth. We monitored his condition for several days afterward and he seemed fine. Now, however, I have my doubts. The Pop Rocks may have done some serious damage, perhaps prompting Milo to hatch an escape plan to return to the Scamps Pet Center.
I don't understand- where are my spoons? Why is the hamster trying to leave us?
A couple of troubling developments on the homefront. One is the ever diminishing number of spoons in the silverware drawer. The knives and forks are holding at steady numbers, but it seems everytime I unload the dishwasher there are less and less spoons. I asked my husband if he was taking spoons to work in his lunch and he said no, spoons are provided at his place. Allie noticed the lack of spoons as well. What gives? Spoon gremlins? are the spoons holed up somewhere with the single socks that sneak off from the dryer?
Also, I think Milo, our hamster is trying to make a break for it- ala Steve McQueen in the "Great Escape" He has succeeded in chewing much of the green paint off the metal parts of his cage, the rest is plastic. He is often furiously burrowing in the shavings of his cage- as if he might be burrowing out of there. This makes me pretty sad. I hoped Milo would be happy with us, after all, we do keep him in seeds and he has the most high-tech hamster digs with the 360 degree "EXTREME!" hamster wheel. Plus, we have made him mazes and we talk with him, pet him, and let him scurry around on us.
The only negative I can think of prompting this behavior is the "Pop Rocks incident"- you all may remember the candy Pop Rocks from the '70s and '80s - it fizzled in your mouth and some kid at school's cousin's best friend had Pop Rocks and Coke together and their head exploded or the combination made him "permanently retarded"-- I remember those stories circulating at our school. Anyway, Pop Rocks are still around, and having heard '70s lore from me, Allie simply had to try them. We had Milo out of his cage and set him down on the dining table, where unfortunately a few errant, tiny Pop Rocks pieces were left. Of course, Milo ate them and his little nose twitched and twitched as the Pop Rocks fizzled in his tiny hamster mouth. We monitored his condition for several days afterward and he seemed fine. Now, however, I have my doubts. The Pop Rocks may have done some serious damage, perhaps prompting Milo to hatch an escape plan to return to the Scamps Pet Center.
I don't understand- where are my spoons? Why is the hamster trying to leave us?
posted by moegirl at
1:28 PM
2 Comments:
Hmmmm. It does seem to be a bit of a coincidence that the spoons would be about the right size for a hamster shovel...
Maybe he is now addicted to the sweet, sweet burn of the Pop Rocks and feels he must tunnel to the nearest convenience mart for a heist?
So sad to see a life wasted by addiction.
By
Diana, At
5:42 AM
Your posts are always so entertaining!
We had a similar problem with forks disappearing. The mystery remains unsolved.
Poor Milo. I don't know that I ever ate any pop rocks myself, but I sure do remember those urban legends about them. I can only imagine the pop rock experience would be pretty intense for a hamster. At least there wasn't any Coke in his water bottle.
If he continues to seem "off," maybe you should take him to the vet. It may turn out that his behavior is normal (for hamsters).
By
Rozanne, At
9:53 AM
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