Some of my readers might remember a few years back, when I got into bed and had a bat fly out from behind it (this was in my old basement apartment in Ann Arbor).
Well, last night, I thought I might be having a replay – or maybe even worse, an intruder. I woke up at about 2:15 am, to some little, but distinct, scritchy-scratchy noises. I think, sleepily, “wtf?” but am soon wide awake, as the noises continue at irregular intervals. Do I have mice? Is someone trying to break in through my balcony door? Do I need to go search my apartment wielding my giant red Mag-Lite?
I turn on the light next to the bed. I hear a few more noises. I look behind the bed (since, y’know, that’s where bats come from). And then I look into the corner of the room near the door.
And there’s my damned hamster, looking up at me, as innocent as can be.
Seems he’d managed to jimmy open the door on his cage (the one shown in the picture below), drop about 4 feet to the floor, and scurry around for a while before I woke up and caught him. (I’m all but entirely certain that I closed the door after feeding him last night, as usual.)
And those scritchy-scratchy noises? Those would be him chewing through the baggies on my hiking snacks, which I keep in the hall closet.
I swear, this hamster is just too much for me – he does monkey bars, two-pawed, across the ceiling of his cage; he comes upstairs (to the upper level of his cage) when I call him; he takes his dinner handed to him directly, one pellet at a time; and now, apparently, he has learned how to operate his own cage door.
One of these days, I will wake up to find that he’s recruited a tiny rodent army, and taken me prisoner, Gulliver’s Travels style.
Till then, though, the little genius is still pretty damn cute:
This is too funny……..and adorable! He just looks sneaky!