It's the weekend, and I'm posting this story (HT Renaissance Biologist) about a hamster that was found running with traffic in its plastic ball. That's pretty much the whole story, but the hamster's really cute. And its name is Treacle. Treacle! What a fantastic name for a hamster. Or any pet, really. Hey, I can't post hard-hitting political commentary (or cribbed rehash of other bloggers I agree with) every day of the week.
'Once upon a time there were three little sisters,' the Dormouse began in a great hurry; 'and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well--'
'What did they live on?' said Alice, who always took a great interest in questions of eating and drinking.
'They lived on treacle,' said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or two.
'They couldn't have done that, you know,' Alice gently remarked; 'they'd have been ill.'
'So they were,' said the Dormouse; 'VERY ill.'