One of those posts that is probably only interesting to my mother. And then only slightly.

Sassafras (she's 9) told James she wished she could raise the dead. Before we could contemplate how deep our little preshy's mind was for thinking that thought, she set us straight. You know, she continued, so then I would have four hamsters.

Sassy's hamster died today. Or maybe yesterday. Sass said the hamster was buried under the fluff and didn't smell so great. Just to set the record straight, here's a list of the hamsters she's owned, along with their method of, ahem, disposal.

1. Nibbles, aka the Greatest Hamster in the World. He developed a tumor that eventually took over half his head and...anyway, it was gross.

2. Libby, short for Libbles (to rhyme with Nibbles). She was perfectly fine until Bud decided to give her a bath. And used hand soap. And then tucked her soapy body back into the cage for Sassafras to find. That was a sad sad day here.

3. Whiskers. Whiskers was a bratty hamster. She never could keep her room clean and she talked back all the time and she bit people. Kind of like Sass except for the biting. Whiskers was found today.

4. Lightning. This is the hamster that spent a couple of days missing right after Sass got him. He isn't dead...yet.

Lest y'all think Sassafras is a bad hamster mom, she's not. In fact, she's pretty awesome at taking care of her own pets. She cleans the cages herself each Saturday. She makes sure they have food and water daily. She buys all the food and bedding herself with her allowance. Did I mention she's 9? Which makes it all the more tragic that her hamsters continue to meet untimely deaths. I mean, the little things only live a couple of years anyway!

Poor Sassafras...

I just hope they don't have restless souls. How creepy would hamster ghosts be?