I tried to start hamsters, all the time dead, either eating something in the garbage, or planning from the 5th floor to the sidewalk. And something all the cage breaks out, as if this freedom, the mother of its eating, is sweeter than a soft bed and a full dish of food. But I respect their persistent character, mla...
The batek just looked at me in the room and hopefully asked, “Did you not throw out cookies in the hallway?”
I'm going to prepare my body for the funeral :)