carnivore hamster

Once upon a time, I had two hamsters. 

My brother and I were the proud parents of the most adorable creatures this world has ever made. I mean, until they started pooping everywhere, causing the whole house to smell like a peeing animal, and escaped for days at a time. I'm pretty sure I was the worst hamster mom a hamster could ever think of having. 

One day I forgot to feed them. I say "one day" as if it was only one day. It was more along the lines of four, if we are going to be honest here. Not that I purposefully starved them, because I would never do that, but the only defense I have is that I forgot. So there I was, headed off to my nana's house to eat once again forgetting that my hamsters were without food. 

I came back to a dead hamster and a hamster who decided to turn into a carnivore. Yes, one of my hamsters ate it's own brother. I may forget to feed poor hamsters, but at least I would never eat my brother. So don't blame this all on me. It should have more morals if you think about it real hard. The sight of a half-eaten head (eyeballs and all, people) hamster, who used to have such joy when he pooped on your floor kinda sucks. 

Yep, scarred for life.