This evening, while cleaning out the hamster cage, we placed Lucky in her ball as we usually do. I dumped and restocked her bedding and the boys got ready for bed. We were reading books when Matt got home from Ohio and we all relaxed for awhile together.
Soon it was time to go to bed. I reminded the boys we had to find Lucky before we went to bed. Maxwell said he knew where she was and went to the front door. "No, Max, she's inside." "No, she's outside." *this is where I started to wonder.* "Max, why would Lucky be outside? Did you let her outside??"
It was obvious from his face that he was guilty. He'd done it. He'd let her outside. Right out the front door. Max was proud of himself, yet worried because he might be in trouble. Payton was distraught that his brother let his beloved hamster outside. Matt and I tried to comfort Payton and discipline Max without laughing. That was the hardest part. We put the boys in bed and then tried not to laugh too loud. All we could think of was the movie Bolt.
After 1.5 hours from the time we saw her last, we finally found Lucky. Matt found her lodged under a neighbor's car parked on the street. Payton is very happy and we're relieved that we don't have to go buy another hamster. Maxwell...well, Maxwell is going to receive another lecture about things we don't do with/to hamsters. Oh Maxwell, Maxwell, Maxwell.