well its not a laughing matter. its pretty sad when a grown ass man has to entertain thoughts of squishing a hamster against his cheek to relieve his permanent OCD scars. they call it ritualising. seriously, i think i will have to think about a hamster atleast 5 times a day for the rest of my life
edit: oh and the great rodent wipeout is indeed also a sad day for all hamsterkind. Now whenever you drive out of houston you are haunted by the dead souls of dead hammies, gerbils, and mice who lost their lives and were discarded out of the window, their carcasses lining the highway. mine is kept at the I-10/71 interchange. she was the mother of a single littler of 14 (10 survived) and I honor her spirit every time I drive to austin. ok it is kinda funny to think about