Want to feel better? I was over at my buddy's house the other day, and while were admiring the new french doors he installed, his son let his hamster "Hammy" (real name

) out of his cage. Well doesn't he follow the cute little rodent right up to the back of my foot. Long story short, they now call me CRUNCH at the office (as in "mommy, I heard it go crunch!"). Now to make it worse, my friend is an ex Philadelphia Flyer, and about 6'5" to boot. So I had to quickly balance "damn I stepped on that F!@#ing rodent didn't I?" with "oops, are the gloves about to come off?".
Nothing quite like fresh hamster goo on your argyles. Ugh.
Still, stop killing those animals. you freak.