petrified hamster

So Giles sends the Buffster into the basement to pick up a vial of petrified hamster... our hamster wasn't petrified, instead, she nearly petrified Trish. When I was in the kitchen making toast this morning, Trish suddenly exclaimed, "Shit! The hamster's loose!" She nearly had her, then Gloria slipped away. Trish finally cornered her in one of her work shoes. How she escaped is baffling to me--those metal bars aren't really that far apart--but we decided to buy a new cage, anyway. We left the hamster in her hamster-car until the Invisible Pet Shop opened up, & went across the street to the Perky Pam Layout until they opened. The one we bought was on sale for 30 buckadingdongs, so once we'd paid for it we returned home & assembled it. We ate Ronnie's hot dogs at the Layout, then Trish went to physical therapy & to pick up her check, with a Carma-dharma driver. I waited patiently on the porch until Carmen brought Trish home, & then the other Trish called to take Trish out driving. We went out to Kame-Apart, so Trish could buy some new underwear & a diet Mr. Fruity. That's about it for today... see you again soon, Mr. Diary (what a day it's been...)