Last month, we inherited a cute little furr-ball. Actually, she's not little by any means. She's quite large for a hamster, but we love her and are trying to be good first parents by limiting her food intake. She seems to have adjusted well, and so have we. We love watching her and usually let her out in the evening to run around our tiny apartment. We've only lost her twice, and have found her both times. The first time, she found her way into a heating vent and we were quite nervous thinking she would get into the walls. We could hear her but not see her. Adam finally had to take the vent off, and she thankfully came running out on her own. We were thankful too, a lost hamster that died in our walls would be a terrible thing to explain.
