Note: it wasn’t through the…spinning bottom part of the vacuum, it was with the tube part…and the hamster, though badly injured, survived and lived a somewhat full life.

This actually happened a while ago, before my current hamsters. Still, I couldn’t believe my father had done that. Obviously it was an accident, my father loves my hamsters as much as me. He had so much guilt when he told me, I was shocked, angry, and disappointed, but I didn’t let it show. He felt bad enough already.

But…you know that voice in your head that says “nothing good can come of this”…where was that voice?! was the voice saying “what does hamsters + vacuum = ?”

I guess sh!t happens beyond my understanding…

It makes me question how I was raised though…I turned out okay minus the social anxiety problems, the mild OCD, the mild ADD, the paranoia, and the self-consciousness….right? hmmm….wait a sec…