Yea, it wore that rambo suit and all. I had to get psychiatric treatment afterwards and start some meds.
No, seriously, wild hamsters are much bigger than the ones you see in pet stores, they live in the near-east where I used to spend a lot of my childhood. So once I was taking the trash out and this tattooed little killer attacks from nowhere and bites me on the leg, I fall down and it reaches for my throat, then a car drives over it and I'm like that was close.