Why you shouldn't work with animals

I don't know what it is with me and rodents but they tend to act loopy around me.

On Saturday evening, I went round to my friend Claire's for a girls night in. The night was your usual gossip filled affair accompanied by pizza, wine and chocolate cake (I have well and truly fallen off the sweet detox wagon but given the fact I split up with my boyfriend last week I think I am allowed some comfort food).

Claire and her husband Nick have a little hamster called Daisy. Claire got Daisy out at the latter part of the evening to let her have a little run around. Despite our best efforts to stop her from getting under any furniture the devious little hamster jumped from Claire's hand straight under the sofa. She was eventually enticed out with a slice of pepperoni pizza.