A few nights ago, my Grandma gave me some sad news. The little hamster my brother bought for my nephew, Bradon, passed away. My brother became much more attached to the hamster - so eloquently named Bubba Sharptooth - than Bradon was, and gave the furry little guy some first-class care. Since I'm pretty much nocturnal, Bubba was normally the only other family member awake with me in the middle of the night when I was at home visiting my family. I know that he was just a hamster, but he gave my bro and the rest of the family some good times and he will be missed!