A series of unfortunate events

This is what I can piece together from the circumstances leading to her untimely demise.

The little Bum, who constantly has prison break on her mind, succeeded a 2nd time on the fateful morning of 23rd February. Somehow, making her way into my kitchen, she found a hole that leads to a covered pipe, which is connected to the sinks. Being a hoarder by nature, I guessed she somehow explored the kitchen area and picked up food which she proceeded to bring back to her nice snug hole.

That same afternoon, my mom was in the kitchen and was doing some dishes when suddenly, water gushed out of that hole my Bum called her new home, because apparently, Bum got the pipe STUCK! Trying to stop the water from flowing, she saw a wet head pop out and immediately thought: 'RAT!'.

Well, what happened next was, my mom (armed with a plastic bag to protect her hand and to use as a glove) picked the Bum up, and threw her into the rubbish chute outside, all the while thinking it was a black, smelly ugly rat.

Sigh... Imagine my surprise when I came home from work that evening to find the tank empty. What was worst was the fact, when my mom came home and I asked her, she told me the 'rat' incident.

When I told my brother what happened, he asked the exact same questions as I did..

'Did you see a tail?'
'Doesn't hamster have tail?'

'Was it moving super fast, was slow as hell?'
'It was moving slowly, but maybe cause it got wet?'

Sigh.. This is what happens when you live at home with parents who cannot differentiate pets from pest...

I need to get a stronger and escape-proof cage..

Bad year for me this year.. Sigh..