The Order of Growlie

Two months ago my cheap night light died in my bathroom. I guess my boyfriend didn't want to look at the plastic piece of shit anymore, so he tossed it in the trash can. A very good call on his part because now I have to make a big girl purchase and buy a real night light for my bathroom so when I stumble through the darkness at 4:00 AM, I don't fall over the laundry basket at the end of the hallway and crack a bone I might want later in life. (It is easy to forget when you wake up from a dream where you're being chased by rabid giraffes.)

So I do a google search on night lights to get some ideas of what I'm looking for. Guess what the second hit on Google is?

Great guess! Hamster-Powered Night Light! First I bitched about an article on squirrel pimping and now I've uncovered something on hamster pimping. You'd think I was an activist for rodents, but I'm definitely not.

This summer our house was attacked by mice, and I mean brutal ninja mice. They managed to find their way 4 feet up in the air to feast on the bread in our pantry, they've shat all over the house, and they've managed to piss on just about every extra pillow we own. I spent a good 3 hours this morning cleaning up the devastation in the laundry room. I believe I was successful in my crusade and now the laundry room smells like citrus.

So do I care that they used the hamster to power a night light? No I don't. If the little bastards are going to live in our homes as pets, they might as well work for it. That's right; my dog can chase sheep for a living if she had to, but there's not that many in the city.

Growlie out.