You couldn't have planned last night's escapde better if you had tried...
It was a dark and stormy night. (Actually it WAS a dark and stormy and bitter cold snowy night). The winds howled all day long and the snow was blowing up from the ground as well as falling down from the sky. Windchills were well below zero and the children all went to bed in anticipation of a snow day.
At about 5:00 a.m. Stacey's cold, bare feet walked into the dark, chilled kitchen and kicked on the computer to see if the cancelation call had been made. Seeing Grandville Christian School on the "freedom list" she closed the computer and made her way through the bitter darkness into the downstairs bathroom.
Just when all should have been blissfully quiet in this sleepy, little home all tucked into the snowbanks, out of the corner of her eye something shot across the floor. Her heart skipped a beat as her mind imagined a disease-filled mouse or a toe-eating rat. She suddenly flicked on the light and staring up at her with eyes almost as wide as hers was...Chester -- our hamster! For a moment the two stared at each other with a mixture of shock and alarm. Then Chester ducked behind the toilet and Stacey rushed to her prince charming who was still sleeping soundly (badly in need of much more beauty sleep).
With amazing calm, she woke her knight in shining armor from his Nyquil induced stupor (Okay, it wasn't quite shining armor -- who would be able to sleep in that stuff anyway?). He rushed to her rescue chasing Chester behind the toilet and under the sink and behind the garbage can and finally into his hands. He carried the escapee back across the house and into his cage, replacing the plug that Chester had so ingeniously removed before hurling himself to the floor and to freedom.
With all back as it was intended to be, Stacey returned to bed only to fail to fall asleep (the neighbor's dog barking and flood light shining had something to do with that as well). When she would drift off, her sleep was restless as two deep, beady, black eyes haunted her. And as she slept she heard a tiny voice whisper, "Next time I'll taste freedom. Next time! Bwaaaaaahahahahahhah!!!!"
(Portions of this account have been embelished for effect. The author claims ignorance for any portion that is contradicted by those directly involved in the situation.)