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| Ok,so this isn't actually Francis. I can't find my camera. Work with me. I'll put up real pictures when I can. |
This past weekend I did what is probably the most impulsive thing that I've ever done.
Francis was adopted from Petland in Kansas somewhere and was named in honor of St. Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of animals. He/she (not sure which) now lives at our home on Parker Avenue in a lovely hamster mansion, the envy of all hamsterdom. It's a converted dollhouse. I'm dead serious. It's sweet. Francis and his/her friends Turbo and No-Name, who were adopted by two of my housemates, occupy the top two stories and enjoy running in their hamster wheel and cuddling.
Now you may be thinking: why would you get a hamster? Good question. Honestly, I'm not really sure. I'm not a pet person and I've never had a secret desire for a hamster friend. It all happened so fast! My housemates and I were joking about getting small pets late at night and it suddenly felt like the best idea that we had ever had. When we found the converted dollhouse on Craigslist we just knew: we had to get hamsters.
The morning after our escapade, I walked into the study and was suddenly struck by a feeling of profound immaturity. As I surveyed the four-foot-tall dollhouse and its four inhabitants, I felt that I had somehow fallen short of acting my age, as if I should be past the point of doing such outrageous, spontaneous things.
But I've decided that those accusations are ridiculous. I need to stop taking myself so seriously. Francis has become a daily reminder to have fun in the midst of the journey and to maintain a free, child-like outlook on life no matter my age.
Why grow up so fast? Adopt a hamster!
This post made me happy. ^_^
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