Tuesday, June 7, 2011

The Fugitive

Ah, see? Shawntelle's post is all about using social media to further books and reading. I'm currently using social media to help find a hamster. To be fair, I'm not anti-literature. I'm just desperate.

A certain dwarf hamster named Molly is quite the celebrity around our house. The kids make her custom meals (sliced carrots with a sprinkle of grape juice, anyone?). She has birthday parties. And she recently, ahem, passed away. In a moment of "oh no," I decided to conceal this fact from the kids. They're young and I figured they didn't need this complication in their lives, not at ages 4 and 7 at least.

So, in the classic cover up, I headed to PetsMart with our deceased friend. It must happen often because the woman at PetsMart was not at all surprised to see me in the rodent aisle, holding a small shoe box. We compared the former hamster to the hamsters for sale and found an almost perfect match.

I replaced Molly and soon after, the kids marveled at how quick and spry she had become. End of story. I thought. Well, it turns out that the younger hamsters like to climb. Molly had a small hole at the top of her cage, nothing she could squeeze through or even climb to reach. She was content and a little chunky after all the custom hamster food. Molly 2 did not have this problem.

Yesterday morning, we went in to feed Molly 2 and she was gone. Finito. Nowhere in sight.

Now I really should be looking over the re-releases for the accidental demon slayer series. Or maybe I should be writing the next Monster MASH book. Instead, I'm all over social media, finding new ways to trap escaped hamsters. Above is a picture of a contraption I rigged last night. It's a slick trash can with peanut butter in the bottom. The idea is the hamster climbs the books, goes in for the peanut butter and can't climb out. It didn't work. Our hamster is either too dumb to find the food or too smart to be fooled.

We'll get her, though. Like Tommy Lee Jones in The Fugitive: Alright, listen up, people. Our fugitive has been on the run for one day. Average foot speed over uneven ground barring injuries is .0000004 miles-per-hour. That gives us a radius of the entire upstairs of the house. What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every toy box, shoe box, storage box, book box and crayon box in that area. Double check the corners. Checkpoints go up at the top of the stairs. Your fugitive's name is Molly the hamster. Go get her.


unseelieme said...

You might want to try closing all doors or blocking them in a way the hamster can't climb over & set out food & a tiny saucer of water in each room. Its going to need to eat/drink. If you can determine what room its in, you can narrow down where you need to search.

Second, don't sit on any couches in the escape zone!!! They can climb up inside.

Do you have forced hot water? I hate saying this, but they can get into the walls thru the open vents. They can also squeeze into hot air vents, so if you have heating ducts with vents you might want to put food/water near them (to lure it out).

I've had gerbils escape on me before. We had one of those cages with the habitrails & invested in enough piping to run it down to the ground. We put the gerbil that hadn't escaped in its vet visit cage & opened up the main cage thru the pipe. The gerbil found its own way home. They do love their tunnels.

I also lived in an apartment where the last tenant had released their hamster into the walls! (We were never able to catch it, but we provided food & water under the sink where it would sometimes pop out from a hole there near the sink pipe.)

Keep your eyes peeled. It's going to stay to the shadows. Sit in each room as still and silent as possible with some way of catching it - a vet cage it can crawl in or something. You just might luck out.

Casey said...

So...any sign of Molly 2? We once had a run-away doormouse and we each staked out a separate room and stayed up all night watching for the critter. Isn't it funny....I can't remember if we found the mouse, but I remember how much fun it was to stay up all night with the kids!