The Hamster

Today started as such an amazing day for my teddy bear hamster, Rambo. He was running around in his big, green hamster ball with no care in the world. Everything was peaceful for my Rambo...until...
At the same moment Rambo was in his ball, I was sitting out in the living room enjoying a nice, hot cup of very strong coffee.  Strong enough that if you put a spoon in the cup, the spoon would stand straight up.  While enjoying my pick up for the morning, my drug of choice, I began to notice that my apartment was quiet.  Quiet enough to make me uncomfortable.  I could hear my youngest daughter, Jozlynne.  But where were Dylan sounds??? 
I set my coffee cup down and first began to make my way down the hall into my bedroom.  Nope.  He wasnt in my bedroom.  I turned around and went to open my sons door.  As soon as I opened the door, instant panic from both my son and myself.  My sons bedroom light was turned off, and I found him hiding behind his door....hamster ball in one hand, hamster in the other.  When I belted out his name in shock and anger, he threw my hamster into the hamster ball and started to cry.  I grabbed the hamster in worry and ran Rambo out to the living room to give him my "I am not a vet but I love you" exam.  He was quite petrified and did not want to move, but seemed fine otherwise.  I placed him back in his cage and gave him some cheese and a cracker to calm him down.  The food did wonders. 
Ugh.  My son cannot be blamed for this incident.  Kids do not mean to harm.  Kids his age do not understand the concept yet of little animals like that.  This moment just takes me back to a happening that involved my oldest daughter when she was three and two chicks.  I will be sure to post that blog in a separate posting.  As for now, I will keep my eye on my little hamster, Rambo, and only place him in the ball when a certain someone is down for the night.  Rambo's casino visit this time was full of luck, but I doubt Rambo would want to gamble his life again. 
I will end here with that I believe these happenings are definitely a culprit to parents early wrinkles and gray hair......I keep telling myself that I will survive parenthood.  But I am not so sure.