If you're gonna run, you better keep on runnin'....

So Sprinkles ran away. Now. "Who is Sprinkles" you might ask...Sprinkles is my son's hamster. He informed me the other day that he would like to buy another hamster so that he may call it either Minkles, Tinkles or Rainbow. Just typing those names makes me smile. Anyway, back to the story at hand. We recently procured Monsieur Sprinkles a hamster "play-pen" that allows your hamster to be able to run around and feel the wind in his hair and the sun on his back and all that other jazz that is a simile for sweet freedom. Well, yesterday, while I was in the shower and my son was supposed to be watching Sprinkles, the aforementioned hamster pulled a great escape and climbed over the fence and ran directly into the laundry room and under the dryer, where he proceeded to spend the ENTIRE day! I have come to a realization. And the realization is this: That of the ways to spend a Saturday afternoon, sitting on the floor in a laundry room, trying to tempt a hamster out from under a modern washing appliance, does NOT make the top of the list. Eventually after several hours of avoiding capture, Sprinkles ventured out and was promptly cornered and caught. Sprinkles is now on probation and has lost his play-pen privileges...I think he's hoping one of his hamster friends will come and visit and slip him a hamster-sized cake with a tiny file in it.