This morning, Lucy the class hamster literally broke out of her cage. As in, we discovered her cage in pieces on the floor. I’m actually not extremely upset about it – she was working really hard at eating through a plastic tube yesterday, and while she ended up succeeding at just detaching the tube from the cage and therefore failed at her goal of chewing a massive hole in her prison, the end result is that she is free, roaming the school and probably gnawing on wires and pooping in kitchen shelves. Good on you, Hammy. I am impressed by your tenacity.
The loss of Lucy has already inspired memorial artwork. In this piece, she has escaped in search of her clear plastic exercise ball:
The kids were less upset at her disappearance and more excited to have a chance to use magnifying glasses and run through all the classrooms, digging through toy bins and moving shelves around. Chaos reigned. Children loved it.
Most recent discussion of Lucy:
Child: “I hope she doesn’t get squashed!”
Me: “Me too. That would be terrible.”
Child: “Yeah. But if she does get squashed, can we get a dog?”