My brother, John, raised hamsters. So that means we all had hamsters. Often the hamsters chewed out of their cages. We were all used to them getting out.
One night when I was little I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As I was 'taking care of business' I saw something , maybe even the soap, running up and down the bathtub. I remember freaking out. I remember screaming. My poor mama ran into the bathroom and asked what the matter was!?!? When I asked her what it was that I was seeing, she calmly said "It is just hamsters in the bathtub." She said it like it was a normal thing.
Kaitlin thinks I should write a book. She thinks I should name it- Hamsters in the Bathtub.