One Time I Laughed Really, Really Hard...

Back in the 7th grade I had a cute little hamster, at least he looked cute.  Out of all the hamsters I ever had, this one was the most energetic and the most violent. His name was Joe. One hot summer day, my closest friends and I were gathered in my room eating watermelon and cooling off.  One of my friends, Yanelyn whom was very fond of animals, wandered off to look at Joe.  She asked me if she could hold him, and I told her "Sure, if you can get him out." So she did.  She let him run freely on the floor and he went behind a drawer with hair products sitting on top of it and when she reached behind to get the hamster she accidentally knocked over a bottle of hairspray and it landed on the hamster and she squealed.  When we turned to look she was on the verge of tears and she was just holding Joe and yelling "No! No! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" I went over to see what had happened and I told her it was okay (I was planning to give the hamster away anyway). I was just so amused to see her destroyed over it because she tried to bring it back to life by pressing on its little chest and trying to give it CPR.  After she calmed down, we decided to get rid of the body, but I was uncomfortable leaving in my trash can because I was afraid something nasty might happen, or worse he would come back to life and crawl around my house.  We put it in a sandwich bag, but I didn't want to look at the corpse, so we wrapped it in toilet paper and left it in the bag again. However, to make sure the corpse wouldn't crawl out, we filled the bag with sand.  Then I told her to open the large trash bin outside, but in the end we just left it in the recycling bin.  It was a strange and probably cruel experience, but looking back at it... we always get a kick out of it. Heaven knows what became of Joe.