Inside the fascinating social lives of hamsters

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Oh, hey"

"Oh, hi there."

"Hi."

"Whatcha doing?"

"Smelling."

"OK."

"Eating."

"Cool."

"Chewing up Kleenex to make a nest for myself."

"Awesome."

"What about you?"

"What?"

"Oh, hi."

"Hi, I remember you. Ummmm, I'm just, you know, going to go over here and -- ow."

"What?"

"I donno. I ran into something invisible when I tried to run over there. Maybe if I try again -- ow."

"I'm gonna run."

"OK."

"On this thing."

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK

"OK, done running, what next?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Do I remember you? Let me smell you. Oh yeah, you're my brother. OK."

"Want to curl up with me while I sleep?"

"Sure, will it be warm?"

"Yeah."

"Do you smell something in here?"

"Wood chips?"

"Yeah!"

"Urine?"

"Yeah!"

"Who are you? Let me smell you."

Wear this shirt: despite its depiction of massive loss of life.

Don't wear this shirt: when it starts smelling like hamster.

This shirt tells the world: "Soon you shall be crushed under my iron paw!"

We call this color: Nate Silver Should Have Warned Us About This

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