PREACHING THE GOSPEL AT ALL TIMES
Hamsters, cute as they are, fun as they are, bring back a not-so-great memory. My paraplegic daughter, Noelle, raised hamsters as an elementary school student. One day, a mama hamster had a baby with three legs. She immediately killed it. My not-so-helpful scientist-husband matter-of-factly explained to Noelle that it is simply a fact of nature that animals kill defective young because they are considered weak, a burden, etc., etc. I cannot remember what particular words he used, but I remember Noelle looking at the dead 3-legged hamster baby and then at her own non-functioning legs and starting to bawl. Goodness, my husband had some doing to undo THOSE words! (It all worked out in the end, but I will never see a hamster again without remember that episode.)
Oh my goodness, that is a terrible hamster story. I'm so sorry that happened! I can't even imagine having to explain myself out of what your husband said!
Fortunately, he managed to do it. And it did raise a lot of values issues that were important and might not otherwise have come up. Also, I think my husband was instantly cured of foot-in-the-mouth disease. :)
I've had soooo many hamsters since I was a kid, they are so cool (and yeah, I remember in first grade watching one eat its litter...yikes!) Our last one had some kind of cartilege growth on its forehead and looked like a unicorn (it didn't seem to bother it). I wish I had taken a picture of it. We had one that escaped and lived under our dishwasher for over a year when we had 4 cats in the house. We could never get it out to catch it. We think one of the cats finally caught it. sigh. Watch the cats and dogs if you are playing with it around them...they can be faster than you think. Not to be morbid, but if this is your sister's first pet, you should plan on starting a pet cemetery and figuring out a family tradition for "pet funerals". It helps.
Thanks for the advice s-p. We've actually started a little pet cemetery on the other side of the fence...my other sister had a hamster a few years ago who made his way there (in the dead of winter...that was tough). We also rescued a dying baby bird from the dogs and buried him there. So is my former cactus, Harry. My mother killed him.
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