Written for Linda G. Hills’ One Liner Wednesday:  The F-Word and the

 Daily Prompt:  Invisible

Many years ago I had a pool party for some of my fellow workers.  As the night went on, one of the girls asked if she could go look at the hamsters my kids had.   I told her sure, and that if she wanted one she was welcome to it.  The two hamsters that were supposed to be the same sex, produced eleven or twelve little fur balls.

These little rodents were housed in one of those plastic tunnel habitats and because of our cat, we had it sitting on the bar in our family room instead of my daughter’s room.

All of a sudden Jill comes out and tells me that there are no hamsters in the habitat.  I laughed and told her that that was impossible.  They must all be burrowed down under the nesting material.  She shook her head no, that there were no hamsters in it.

I ran into the family room and sure enough, there was not one of those fur balls in the habitat.  The little buggers chewed right through the plastic!  I looked around quickly but didn’t see anything running around.  I couldn’t believe it.  They weren’t invisible for heaven’s sake.  By now the party was over and everyone was leaving.

After the last person left, I ran out to the pool house and took off my bathing suit and wrapped myself up in a towel.  As I walked back into the house, I saw a little furry thing scurry up my drapes.  I ran for it and caught it.  One down.

I called for hubby to come help me find the critters.  So I don’t know how much time had gone by, but I was on my hands and knees in front of my door scooping up a hamster when I hear a knock on the door. Of course, in my mad hamster hunting, I had neglected to close the inside door.  I look around and see this guy standing there with his mouth open.  I looked down and realized that my towel had come loose.  I almost died.  And so did he.  I got up and ran down the hall calling hubby to handle whatever he needed.

I have laughed over this for years.  🙂