Hamster Girl?
I was born and raised a mouse girl like my mother before me. I've had a dozen and a half pet mice throughout my life. I have been known to stop and sit, just watching the mice, when I'm at a pet store. As I write this, I am wearing mouse slippers. The last time I went to a store to get a couple of mice, though, I left with a hamster instead. I've had two other hamsters in my life, both when I was an early teen, and I honestly didn't do a great job of hamster care with either. So, for a long time, I thought I was just...not good for hamsters. And honestly? Maybe I'm not. It feels arrogant at best and naive at worst to claim that I excel at, or even am equipped to, caring for another life. So, seven months ago, when my wife and I turned down the small pet aisle of the pet store in town, I wouldn't have guessed that we'd be leaving the shop with a hamster in hand. A few tanks away from the mice, though, we stopped in our tracks at a hamster, alone and wear...