When I was a child, I had hamsters. fruited above measure, for which they were occasionally hunted, and planted in different aquariums: females in one, males - in another, respectively. This gave me food for reflection: the females began to fight, and in the end, the two simply bite. The males, after a couple of days of celibacy, began to actively curl each other in the bats. As a result, a few of the smallest and weakest died: the intestines rose from the buttocks. Yes, the females eventually started with lesbians.



In the summer, I took them to the house. There I allowed some especially obedient people to walk: I let them go, in the expectation that they would return. They returned. One (I called him Bublik) was a truly deserved veteran: he was constantly in history, but managed to survive. He did not have the left eye (he fell into the mouse), and both ears were broken into the slats (it was already rattled on the moths of the dacha). On his back he had a couple of seals, which seemed to be scars (it was he who met the courtyard cat).



As a child, I had to eat caffeine pills (low blood pressure was), so these wheels I always had a breakdown (in the class I was like a dealer). When I got home, I saw a package of pills. There was no pill. The bubble reached the package - and dragged it to himself in the cage. In short, that evening he was stunned more than ever: all night he was jumping in the wheel, scratching his legs, like a natural racing horse. From time to time, he fell out of the wheel, drank from the drink for a long time, after which he fell on his side, and shaken in convulsions for a couple of minutes. Then he jumped, and again on the wheel. By the morning he calmed down and I thought he would sink – no! He fell asleep and began to crawl through the cage. After a couple of minutes, I pulled out the slice: a piece of the pill, under-eaten the day before - and tasted it deliciously. Since then he has become a caffeine addict. Because of this, he became the real alpha male of the entire hamster herd, having bite everything that moved within reach and what could not. in rare moments when I didn't throw him another pill - he was wildly irritable, and against this background - he tempted the cat heavily (he had to take to the veterinarian, sew his foot and cheek). The cat then nodded from him at the corner.



He died not so epic, but extremely bloody: he came out of the cage for an evening promenade, and I, not noticing this bastard, entering the room, closed the door. His back was under the door (in the gap between the door and the floor). When I went out, the door clogged, so I pushed it harder. At the bottom, something crumbled, and the hamster fucker was blotted with a half-circle at the entrance to the room.



Blessed the whole apartment.