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jinyu
Age. 37
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Sprocket's Training Milestones
Came home (Aug 2, 2014)
Asked to go outside (Aug 5, 2014)
Slept 4 hours straight (night) (Aug 5-6, 2014)
Crane Count
7/3/13 - 8
7/4/13 - 30
7/5/13 - 36
7/10/13 - 54
7/11/13 - 57
7/18/13 - 67
2/17/14 - 83
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The Day Jay ate Wok
Sunday. 10.3.10 7:47 am
I used to have two hamsters up until yesterday. In fact, I was on Skype with my dad, telling him, "I'm just here in South Korea with my two" when I looked over and realized that there was something odd about my hamsters. There was no life in the cage.

I remember the first time my rodents died on me. It was about three months after I got them, just like this. I reached my hand into the cage and tried to pick one up, thinking that it was just sleepy. Holding the cold dead thing in my hand caused me to scream in a way that my mother certainly wont ever forget. "They're dead! They're dead!" I screamed, but there was no screaming yesterday.

"Oh no," I said. I was more disappointed than anything. I didn't have my glasses, so I could not see the pile of fluff that used to be Wok was lacking meat on it's tiny bones. I just hoped, for a moment, that Jay might still be alive, but I shook the whole cage until Jay's dead corpulent body rolled out of their tiny house, "Oh no," I repeated.

"What happened?" my dad asked.

"They're dead," I said simply, "Oh no, they're dead."

I talked to my dad for an hour after that with them just lying there. It reminded me of how David was after the death of his first son by Bathsheba. He mourned and fasted as the child was sick, begging God to spare the infant for his misdeeds, but when the child was dead, he got up and moved on with his life. After all, I was the only one waiting for their funeral.

Finally, I was done with having death linger in my room and I excused myself to go outside. In a morbid moment, I had decided before they even died that I would have to put them in the food waste. I live in a city now, there is no back garden for me to bury them in and the plumbing in my department is a septic system, so no flushing (not that I would. Flushing is more for fish anyway).

I took the cage down the hallway.

"Oh no," I said, examining the remains, "Oh no."

In the pile that used to be Wok, I saw a bloody bone sticking out the remains. I think it was only then that it hit me that Jay must have eaten Wok. That was why Jay's little dead body had swollen to the size of two hamsters. My hamster really ATE my other hamster? And then he choked on him?

There were other explanations of course. They could have eaten bad food. Jay could have been 'cleaning up' the remains of his friend and paid dearly for it. Then again, Wok and Jay never really liked each other all that well and they had been fighting before. I settled on the cannibalism story. Somehow, it was funny enough for me to deal with, funny enough for me not to have to think about it too much and it fit all of the gory details of the crime scene.

It was a little embarrassing to carry them down in the elevator. This cute Korean couple was trying to have a nice conversation and I kept on thinking "I have dead hamsters in this cage. I hope they don't notice the dead hamsters".

I tried to tuck it behind my back, but it was too big. I had to choose between alerting them to its presence by smooshing everyone against the front of the elevator to accommodate it, or do the modern version of whistling non-chalantly and keep it quietly tucked by my side as I stared at my shoes.

You could tell they were curious. "Is that a hamster cage?" they probably thought. Maybe they were playing with the idea of asking me about them. That would be embarrassing:
“Oh, are those hamsters?”
“Yes.”
“Can, I see them?”
“Uh… no.”
“Why not?”
"They’re dead.”

I let them clear the elevator and then rocketed past them down the street. Ducking behind the PB, I gave the cage a good look. I didn’t want them to spill out. No, I could not deal with that. My expert hands flashed over the latches and I took apart the cage. Then it was a simple matter of dumping them into the trash. I gave them one final look, fearing and hoping that the dead body of Jay might come back to life. It did not and so I made my peace with it and replaced the trashcan's lid.

There was a weird art piece at the Biennale a week or so back. It was made by a New York artist. It had a piece of writing on it from who knows where talking about how Americans did not know how to deal with death. I thought about that as I carried the bright and empty cage away from the trash cans. Americans don’t know how to deal with death? That kind of assumes that there is some culture out there that does. But really, there is no right way to handle death. Only a right place to put the body. And that’s what I did.
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My mom had hamsters when she was younger, and she told me that one of them had babies and then the mother ate all the babies.

Hamster cannibalism seems so much more horrifying because they're so cute otherwise...
» randomjunk on 2010-10-04 12:54:05

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