I don't know why, but I think about this a lot and I laugh now when I wasn't back then. We had this hamster that Dad got for us and this little booger would escape it's cage ALWAYS. Everyday we would look at an empty cage. One day, Tris was trying to help Cyd, Kris, and I for finding this hamster. Tris was backing up to my bed and stepped on him. Kris, Cyd, and I went to the kitchen to see if something could be done. Tris walked into the kichen crying and saying how sorry he was and how he didn't know that he was there. We all forgave him, even though we were upset. Even to his last day, Tris and I would bring that up and he would still apologize. I'm going to miss his giant heart so much.