okay kids. this is a simple warning, explaining that upon closer viewing of this entry, you may encounter photos that may disturb you. i merely report on my interactions with the world at large and sometimes i see things that may upset you. occasionally me. not in this specific case, although the idea can sound freaking weird.

what's going on? oh: the emmster (and thusly graig) have a dead hamster in their freezer. and i have a photo.

backstory: well, actually i don't know that much. even though i had been told repeatedly the hamster's life story (including his/her name), the basic parts that i can still remember is that graig called me one day and told me that emma had a dead hamster in her freezer, which struck me as odd, although i know that during the summer, it's typical for people to freeze the garbage that will stink if it's left outdoors and then take it out the night before pickup.

now, before you freak out: the reason is due that she wants to bury the hamster in a home-ish place and toronto's bylaws prevent pet burials (or any animal, or person, i guess), no matter what their size, in backyards (you see, for a good zombie movie, all the undead have to come from the same place...). so, emma needs to plan a trip out of the city to give proper respects to the little rodent, so to preserve the hamster's body, she has the body in two plastic bags in the freezer.

graig had never looked inside the bag, but when i was in toronto last, the night where a few of us were watching trading spaces and required antihistamines due to cat allergies, emma finally opened both bags and showed the lifeless, frostbitten body of the hamster. i was a little reluctant to look at first (respect for the dead?) but then i was gungho, so snap snap:

interesting to note: i had a slice of pizza in my other hand. or i had. i can't remember. no appetite loss, but you see that there has been some decomposition. also, some toes were broken off.

i spoke with m/g yesterday and we joked around a bit that perhaps this was the first step to cryogenics for the little guy and if he were placed in a proper liquid nitrogen environment, future science could possibly heal him from the initial onset of death. of course, we'd then find out that a proper interspecies translator would exist and the hamster would indicated how pissed he was with the cheapass storage he had for countless months before the move. then he'd hang out with ted williams' head and the rest of us would remain stuck in the past because we laughed off this big freezing process thing.

meanwhile, here's some more cheerful photography, like the living hamster in emma's place:

his fur was apparently covered in olive oil, to combat human scent and possibly make him go faster in the spinny wheel. (or her; again, i forget.) very much alive with a twitchy nose and very much not in two plastic bags that were in turn not inside a freezer.

then there's graig with bailey the cat:

note that both cat and slowly-greying haired human are not frostbitten, not dead, not in a plastic bag (or two) and not in a freezer. both have their toes although both occasionally lapse into not responding to stimuli like instructions or directions, but trust me, both (at time of writing) are not dead. i think.

that's all i can remember right now. the only consolation is that in time, hamster will go down a few feet under the earth's surface and that the hamster in our freezer is the running favourite title for a possible weblog written by the couple, after being snottily suggested by me.

i should really be working.