Of the time my daughter's hamster escaped it's Habitrail setup. Was on my way out the door for midnight shift, running late, when I spied the little critter zipping behind the TV next to the fireplace. I grabbed the fireplace poker and proceed to chase the #$%^ thing across the room, whanging away with the poker attempting to stop it. Then it dawned on me - how are you gonna explain a mangled up hamster to your 10 year old even if you stop it . . .

So I left for work . . . we found the little #$%^ three days later, nesting in the clothes hamper where it had shredded several pairs of my pants to make nesting material . . . It found a new home shortly thereafter~! And the daughter got a kitten instead...