Denizens of Lemmy, how did your hamster die?
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The tweet about the guy feeding cats to foxes can apply here
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Me or my gram left the windows open and freez to death
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Not mine, but my sister accidentally kicked a tall floor lamp over in her sleep. It landed right next to the glass aquarium her hamster was in. It had one of those really bright incandescent 100w bulbs.
Poor little guy cooked to death like a Thanksgiving turkey.
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Well... it's eye fell out. And that didn't seem normal.
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Hampy was a vicious little bugger so we only noticed he had died about a week after when mum went to clean out his cage.
Little Russian White Winter super fast, you'd open the cage and he'd be attached to your finger before you could swear at him. -
I let mine walk over a keyboard, and he practically typed out his suicide note.
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Not a hamster but when I had gerbils, one had eaten half of the other. Not long afterwards the cannibal developed a severe middle ear infection which killed her even during treatment.
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It got out. My parents thought it was a rat, so they called my dog to get it. He did so gladly. When I woke up they told me the “bad news.” I was happy with it. That hamster bit.
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I stepped on my hamster which not only ruined Christmas but led to my parents eventually breaking up. It wasn't a deliberate stepping, of course. Nibbles, bless his tiny, furry heart, had a habit of darting underfoot, a furry landmine in the living room. This year, he chose the precise moment Aunt Carol was launching into her annual monologue about her "special" sauce – a concoction that looked suspiciously like regurgitated beets – to stage his daring escape. My foot connected with his minuscule form with a sickening crunch, a sound that echoed through the suddenly silent room, louder than any Christmas carol.
Aunt Carol, mid-sentence, froze, her face a mask of horrified fascination. Nibbles, sadly, was no more. A tiny, crimson stain bloomed on the Persian rug, resembling nothing so much as a particularly abstract Christmas ornament. My mother, a woman whose love for small, furry creatures bordered on the obsessive, let out a wail that could shatter glass. My dad, ever the pragmatist, muttered something about "collateral damage" and reached for the brandy. The air, thick with the scent of pine needles and impending doom, crackled with unspoken accusations. It was a Christmas tableau worthy of a Hieronymus Bosch painting.
In the ensuing chaos, as people scrambled to salvage what remained of the Christmas dinner, Dad, still clutching a corner of the tablecloth, lost his balance. He stumbled, tripped over my outstretched leg (I swear, it was an accident!), and fell. And, in a move that defied all logic and physics, he somehow managed to grab my leg on the way down.
The last thing I saw before the world dissolved into a blur of pain and panicked shouts was my father, sprawled on the floor amidst the wreckage of Christmas dinner, holding my leg like a prized Christmas roast. "Gotcha!" he yelled triumphantly, while pulling my leg. Just like I'm pulling your leg now.
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Vampirism
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My sister wanted to hug it, but it was too tiny to use her arms, so she used her hands. I watched Sunflowers eyes popout....
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One day I noticed he hadn't moved in like, a while. I opened the cage and went to pick him up, and he was hard as a rock. RIP Teddy.
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You are one eloquent mummified raconteur. I loved how as traumatic as it was, you told it beautifully.
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My sibling's class was having a biology lesson on the circulatory system that day and they were supposed to open up the little hamster to watch his tiny heart beat inside its cracked ribcage. The teacher asured them that because of chloroform, the hamster wouldn't feel a thing. Sibling, horrified, bought the critter from the kid who brought it to school for the experiment for a quarter so when mom pivked us up that day from school, we had an extra passenger.
Next day we went and got all the hamster paraphernalia we could pay for with our savings and set her up in my sibling's room. Two days after this, the hamster gave birth to a whole litter. Mom was very angry and disgusted, but it wasn't for long because, out of stress I think, the hamster started eating her young. She ate them all and next morning we found her dead stuck between the cage wall and the exercise wheel.I was a sensitive child and this whole event added to my already exisiting CPTSD.
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You, Sir/Madam, should be awarded a Grammy for this stunning story.
