Ah, memories
So I mentioned to someone recently that I had a hamster for a little while as a child and it brought back memories. So I'm going to talk about them, because hardly anyone looks at this and it's always nice to put something on my LJ for the rare person that looks here. (I'm working on Enternity, I'm just househunting AND UNEMPLOYED and Donald fucking Trump was elected President and my "side" job isn't so much "side" as "full-time unpaid intern" cause my side job is political activist.)
Anyway, Hamster:
I got my Hamster because Holly wanted me too, since she had just talked her parents into getting her one. She had a boy Hamster and I had a girl and for the life of me I can't remember either of their names. I do remember that we used to put them in the same cage when she came over to play (and brought her hamster over to play with mine) and sometimes they'd just sleep and eat together but a few times they totally had sex. And we giggled becuase we were like 10 or something and that's what 10 year olds do when animals have sex.
Anyway, what that comment brought up was the memory that I planned to run away sometime during the time I had that hamster. She had just given birth and my step-father had implied that the next B I got would lead to him taking me to Eric's house for the weekend. (Eric was a friend of his that was always telling me how much I looked like my mom and how mature I was. Was he actually a creepier? Who knows - I just know that he made me uncomfortable and the last time I ignored someone who made me umcomfortable they raped me.)
And I knew that I wasn't smart enough to ace my next test in math, which meant my semester report card would have a B. SO, in light of that, I knew that only option I had was to get the hell out of the house. So I remember planning to take my shit and run away - I knew that I could stay at my school for at least three days before I was caught because I was planning to run on a Friday night. That would give me time to research the local shelters and try to figure out which one of them I could sneak into and pass for an 18 year old so I didn't get put into the system.
And so I packed a few clothes, some food, my schoolbooks, and my knife and left. I got to the nearest gas stattion, which was only about a mile and a half away, before I remembered that I hadn't feed my hamsters before I left. My hamster had already eaten one of her babies and when we took her to the vet to see WTF that was about, I was told that since it was her first litter that if she got hungry enough she'd just eat her own babies.
I went into the store part of the station to go to the bathroom and try to not think about my hamster and her babies - yes, there was a chance that she'd eat them but the alternative was I had to go back home. And that wasn't fucking happening.
And as I was leaving the attendent looked up and called out to me "Aren't you a little young to be out so late?"
Great. Couldn't even fool a tired teenager.
I went home and she had eaten one of her other babies and suffocated the last two by sitting on them. Because of course she did. My stepfather gave her away when my reportcard came in and took me to Eric's for the weekend.
I wasn't touched or hurt, but I did learn how to concel a knife in my belt and to sleep with one beneith my pillow.
Yay hamsters.
Anyway, Hamster:
I got my Hamster because Holly wanted me too, since she had just talked her parents into getting her one. She had a boy Hamster and I had a girl and for the life of me I can't remember either of their names. I do remember that we used to put them in the same cage when she came over to play (and brought her hamster over to play with mine) and sometimes they'd just sleep and eat together but a few times they totally had sex. And we giggled becuase we were like 10 or something and that's what 10 year olds do when animals have sex.
Anyway, what that comment brought up was the memory that I planned to run away sometime during the time I had that hamster. She had just given birth and my step-father had implied that the next B I got would lead to him taking me to Eric's house for the weekend. (Eric was a friend of his that was always telling me how much I looked like my mom and how mature I was. Was he actually a creepier? Who knows - I just know that he made me uncomfortable and the last time I ignored someone who made me umcomfortable they raped me.)
And I knew that I wasn't smart enough to ace my next test in math, which meant my semester report card would have a B. SO, in light of that, I knew that only option I had was to get the hell out of the house. So I remember planning to take my shit and run away - I knew that I could stay at my school for at least three days before I was caught because I was planning to run on a Friday night. That would give me time to research the local shelters and try to figure out which one of them I could sneak into and pass for an 18 year old so I didn't get put into the system.
And so I packed a few clothes, some food, my schoolbooks, and my knife and left. I got to the nearest gas stattion, which was only about a mile and a half away, before I remembered that I hadn't feed my hamsters before I left. My hamster had already eaten one of her babies and when we took her to the vet to see WTF that was about, I was told that since it was her first litter that if she got hungry enough she'd just eat her own babies.
I went into the store part of the station to go to the bathroom and try to not think about my hamster and her babies - yes, there was a chance that she'd eat them but the alternative was I had to go back home. And that wasn't fucking happening.
And as I was leaving the attendent looked up and called out to me "Aren't you a little young to be out so late?"
Great. Couldn't even fool a tired teenager.
I went home and she had eaten one of her other babies and suffocated the last two by sitting on them. Because of course she did. My stepfather gave her away when my reportcard came in and took me to Eric's for the weekend.
I wasn't touched or hurt, but I did learn how to concel a knife in my belt and to sleep with one beneith my pillow.
Yay hamsters.