These stories always seem to come out of the UK. Or the Deep South. I don’t understand that, but here you go:
A hamster came back from the grave after she was buried in a back garden on Good Friday.
Tink the hamster was found ‘cold and lifeless’ in the bottom of her cage and laid to rest by a couple who were looking after her for a friend.
But the next day the rodent – who was not dead but hibernating – reappeared as perplexed Les Kilbourne-Smith crushed a pile of old boxes for recycling.
‘Suddenly a little face popped out of one of them, which gave me a big startle I can assure you,’ the bus company worker told the Gloucester Citizen.
The family renamed the hamster Jesus, which I somehow doubt is pronounced “Hey, Zeus.”