When I was in middle school, I had a friend who was pretty awesome. She was smart, had a hamster, was creative, liked fairies like I did, and was strange enough to be my friend. We were like two peas in a pod during that short time when we were friends.
Once we even set up a hamster play date at the park by her house. I got my little hammy Daisy all ready to go in his/her (read the previous link and you’ll understand…) carrying case, hooked that over my handle bars, and off I went the mile or so to my friend’s house.
I feel it pretty unnecessary to mention, yet I will, that my bike was lacking in the shock absorbing department so as I carefully navigated over bumps and cracks, my poor hamster may have suffered a concussion.
Regardless, the playdate was a smashing success and I think our hamsters had a great time.
I also feel it pretty unnecessary to mention, yet I will, that this was not the only time I took Daisy for a trip anywhere and I can recall at least 1 or 2 more times where we went to my favorite park. Daisy was not made to bury any fish when we were there, though.