Poignant story--my ex was stuck with my daughter's roommate's pygmy hamster. Had the darned thing for probably 3 or 4 years. It got out of its cage one night and got behind the dryer and got the peanut butter on the mouse trap. No more hamster, but he went fast. It was an annoying, stinky little monster, ugly growths coming and going on it's body, but it seems to have been a source of entertainment, especially when it chomped on my son's friends who tried to touch him. Ah, well. . . the ex-roommate moved away to Alaska, got married, probably never gave it another thought.

SRS