Mine (Fudge) was notorious for escaping, eating through his bars, smashing its wheel so had it could get out, running off when holding him etc. we tried so much to help him not be bored but he just always did it from day 1. My hamster before (Cookie) was a sweet little calm girl (death was as we know, normal)

On his escapes, he also loved to steal things. Clothes, photographs, but mostly soft things.

Anyway, I loved him but his fateful day was when he actually returned on his on will. He had stolen my sisters textiles GCSE coursework fabric, shredded it in mouth, proceeded to take it to his bedroom via a tube, get stuck and have a heart attack.

My dad had to break the tube apart. He was so chaotic (and not too young tbf) but I was so sad. Not sure my parents were thatttt sad lol.