Bedtime was a tragic time at our house last night. I was hanging up clean clothes in our closet, because it's just wrong to hang up dirty ones, when Michael yelled "Butterfinger isn't in his cage". Sean, Noelle and I headed into Michael's room. It seems that Butter had managed to pull his water bottle down into his cage and, being the long hamster he was, managed to escape through the hole where said water bottle belonged.
Now, I have been telling Michael for weeks to clean his room. Sean and I look at each other with a "holy crap, he could be anywhere" look on our faces. Suddenly Noelle lets out a blood curdling scream. (think horror movie sound, she would be great for it) This is then followed by her yelling "there he is, there he is" while running out of the room.
Alas, it appears that Butter took a hard tumble from the bookshelf on which his cage was placed. There will be a private service on the side of the house tonight after school.
