

Sheldon the Hamster
He Has "Rules" and We Must Obey or Suffer the Consequences.
Bottom line is this: I was viciously attacked and severely hamster-bitten while trying to break up a fight between Sheldon and Leonard yesterday. It was my own fault, I put Leonard into Sheldon's cage for just a few minutes while I cleaned out the other one. But, sometimes even good pet owners do dumb things. The reason they live in separate quarters is because Sheldon bit Leonard on the left ball last winter. How could I have forgotten that they are more territorial than the troops fighting over the Gaza Strip???
I turned my back for a moment to fill Leonard's water bottle and heard a terrible squabble. They were locked in a fierce battle. In retrospect, I could have taken a moment to put on gloves; but in my panic to keep Leonard from squeaking soprano for the rest of his life, reached in and grabbed them to pull them apart. That's when Leonard sunk his teeth into the bendy part of my right index finger and held on to dear life. Sheldon was attached to Leonard and I couldn't shake them off!
This was witnessed by Tom, with whom I was on the telephone. He said, "I think I'd better let you go."
I quickly separated them from my finger and each other and tossed them as gently as I could into their own cages. Blood dripped from my finger. I cleaned it up and stopped the bleeding, applied Neosporin and actually stopped for a moment, purusing my adhesive bandage selection. I have ones with images of cupcakes, monkeys with red fez caps, Dora the Explorer and kiss prints. Hmmm, I couldn't decide.
If what style bandage I am going to wear is my worst problem in life, then the injury must not have been that bad. But, when did Band-Aids get that fancy? When I was a kid, the only kind you could get were some sort of peachy-tone. Nowadays kids (and some adults, like me) have a choice.
Who knew that a boo-boo could turn into an opportunity to express yourself?