Last weekend was both tragic and comedic , as often seems the case when things like this happen.
First the tradgedy. Nancy Pelosi is missing - having escaped the confines of her cage, she's nowhere to be found inside the house and I think managed to make her way outside - to who knows where.
Of course, this is probably the most apt way for a hamster, whose goal in life is world domination, to begin her conquests - with a remarkable conjuring act. But, nevertheless, it has left Sarah and I pretty sad.
The very next evening... a bat flew into my bedroom - upon which Sarah and I summised that it was probably Nancy dressed up in bat-hamster costume...
If only.
Nevertheless, Sarah proved my hero when she caught the winged critter (remarkably similar sized to dwarf hamsters, it has to be said) with the good 'ole 'bucket and broom' technique - I have to admit, I was petrified. Every fly-by had me thinking the bat was going to land itself on my neck and begin sucking my blood... yeah, it was a fruit bat, but still...
Bat evacuated (hopefully without injury to the poor thing), my memory flitted back to the wonderful Nancy and her many feats of astounding ability in her short life. Blessed little hamster.
