For Ambrose's birthday I got him a fish tank with some guppies. Although he loves his guppies, I had no idea that I was opening up Pandora's Box. Before I knew it, both Gideon and Silas were clamoring for their own pets. At first Gideon thought that an Asian forest scorpion was a good idea. When I managed to talk him out of that, he settled on a hamster. After trying in vain to dissuade him from this foray into hamster ownership, I capitulated. Gideon became the proud new owner of "Spud."

The very next morning as I was making breakfast, Gideon said, "Mom, I think the hamster may have gotten loose." Upon further questioning, it became clear that he did not "think it got loose"; he knew it. The hamster had escaped while he was trying to put it in a hamster ball. We sealed off the door to his room with a towel and managed to catch it, but this performance was repeated again later in the week. Then, on Friday night, Gideon didn't latch the top of his cage shut and the hamster escaped somewhere in our house. We spent hours looking for it Saturday and also set two catch-and-release mousetraps, but alas, the little bugger is still at large. Six days of hamster ownership. Three escapes. One tiny little pooping, peeing, chewing menace somewhere in my house. Pet success again! ✅
In other news, Silas and Ambrose started public school again on Tuesday. I tried to take a "first day of school" picture, but this was the best I got with Silas' limited patience for such things.