After having the fluffiest, tamest dwarf hamster ever
we took a pair of gerbils. They were nothing like their cuddly little predecessor,
they were muscular (could jump quite high), hard to tame, and constantly tried escape, often using teeth in the process.

Now, I used to carry the hamster around the house and the garden,
because I wanted it to see a bit of the world.

One day I was doing the same with one of the gerbils, but alas, it decided to make a run for it again,
leaped heroically from my hands and made contact with the kitchen floor with an unpleasant thud.

As it lay whimpering on the ground, I think "poor thing! what have I done?" and put out my hand to pick it up.

SNAP.

I danced around the kitchen yelping with the little bugger dangling from the end of my finger in a way you usually see in cartoons.

The ungrateful little rat sustained no lasting injuries from the incident.

it's not the size, it's what you do with it that counts
(Caustic Armadillo consists at least 30% out of custard, Fri 3 Jun 2005, 12:46, Reply)