Zombie hamsters!
The following happened in ´87 (I was 8) in a quiet seaside village in Iceland.
Me and my family (dad,mom,sister) just got home from a 2 week holiday. While we were out,
we had asked our neighbours to look over our pets which constituted of 2 hamsters
(a male and a female) and a cat.

They did an amazing job. Amazing as in "it´s amazing that you couldn´t drag your arses
5 meters to our house to feed the animals!"

Yep, one malnourished kitty and two dead hamsters, no wait, 6 and a 1/2 dead hamsters.
It seemed that while we were gone, the fruit of their love had blossomed, and then some of
said fruit consequently eaten. By the time my sister found out what happened to the hamsters
she of course started to cry her eyes out and shut herself in her room, while I got the
job of cleaning up the mess.

I noticed as i picked up a past-tence hamster that rigor mortis had set in and if
I set it on the table it was as if it stood on his own 4 legs. So I did what any 7 year
old boy would do(I hope): I put the hamsters on the table, put a leaf of lettuce under them
and cried out in a "Can I hear you say halelujah"-manner:
"Sis, they are alive, ALIVE"
I never saw a door flung open so fast. My sister was in the kitchen in .5 secs flat.

As she saw the hamsters, the tears started to flow again. Albeit joyous tears this time.
She crouched beside them and started to pet one of them, who, by the loving caress
of my sister, fell to the floor. It made a sound like a golf ball when it hit the floor.

I wasn´t all too surprised to find out that I was the only one who thought it was funny.

ps:The hamster children thingies received a better treatment: A viking funeral at sea.
Well, I put them in a wood box, doused them with petrol, lit and threw the bbq in the ocean.
(snordfjord Cranky...like a crank!, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 22:27, Reply)