Remember our hamster, Rapunzel, aka Punzie, so named because of her long hair? Well, she’s become my dog. I occasionally feed her hamster-safe scraps of food that I find left on the floor by the human residents of this home. I should just let her out at night to forage/vacuum.
Once I found a Raisin Bran flake in the corner of the kitchen. I picked it up, with the intention of giving it to Punzie, but after failed attempts to get the dust off, (it was in a tight corner, alright?!) I threw it away.
My husband looked at me with an eyebrow raised.
“I was going to give it to Punz, but I couldn’t get the dust off.”
“She could lick off,” he said.
“I didn’t want her to eat the dust.”
“She eats mine when we race,” he said.
See what I have to deal with folks? You only have to read it, but I have to live it every day!