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I’ve always loved Halloween, but unlike the holiday season, I don’t usually do a lot of decorating for it. This isn’t because I don’t want to decorate (I mean seriously, there is little I love more than decorating for holidays); it’s because usually October 28th or 29th rolls around and I realize that the box of Halloween decorations (that I’ve owned since I was about is still sitting at the top of the basement stairs where I set it down back on October 1st. This year, I decided that part of the reason for my lack of motivation has been the fact that I’m just not inspired by, you know, the half burned out plastic pumpkin lights and chipped ceramic ghost and matted cotton spider webs inside that box, and that it was time to say goodbye to all of that and start fresh. I was going to head over to Lowes, stock up on new Halloween decor, and make my house festive. And I was going to start with the area we see the most – the mantel/fireplace area in our living room. (PSSST! Hover over any of the images of our Halloween decorated fireplace in this post and click on the tags to directly shop the products!)
Essley was, of course, thrilled with the idea of going to get Halloween decorations, so she came along to Lowe’s with me as my personal Halloween shopping partner. My favorite thing to decorate with during this time of year (or any time of year) is flowers. So we headed into the nursery area first and picked up two sets of white mums in pretty planters. Essley spotted the pumpkins right away, so we grabbed a couple of them, along with several sets of mini gourds and mini pumpkins (and at $ 3.98 per 5 pack, I didn’t hold back; gotta love how Lowes offers such great values on harvest and Halloween decor!). Back inside I saw the prettiest white craft pumpkins (white pumpkins are my Halloween decor jam), and picked three in different sizes (12.2 inch, 7.48 inch, and 7.28 inch). I also noticed the cutest rustic Jack-O-Lantern greeters, so we grabbed two of those of well. I tend to prefer simple, neutral decor in general, so I was good at this point, but my shopping partner had other ideas. And when your three and a half year old puts her hand on her hips and says, “mommy, this stuff is really pretty, but the house is gonna need some spooky spirit,” you instantly realize the value of compromise when it means a joyous child on a holiday, and you amp up your houses’s spooky spirit already. Essley fell in love with an equal parts creepy and pretty purple prelit berry and sparkly leaf Halloween wreath and a set of Halloween LED string lights that changed color from purple to orange that she described as “scary cool.” So in the cart they went as well. I’m not sure who was more excited to get home and get this stuff set up.
We had so much fun getting into the Halloween spirit while were decorating (complete with Halloween movies and apple cider), and things came together really easily. One of the first things I do when arranging decor on a mantel is to focus on simple layers. I try to incorporate objects of different sizes and shapes that are tied together either by color or texture. The mixed gourds and mini pumpkins were perfect for this, so I started there. Having some sort of symmetry on either side of a fireplace frames nicely and ties the space together well, so I positioned the mums accordingly to accomplish this. Then I played around with layering the pumpkins and white craft pumpkins, and arranging the jack-o-lantern greeters. I was actually really happy with how things looked at this point – simple, neutral, and natural. But Essley was right – we needed some spooky spirit. So we hung the lights along the mantel, and hung the wreath. And then, of course, we turned them on. One of my biggest tips for holiday decorating, especially when you have kids, is to create a nice balance of beautiful and fun. I’d say that thanks to Lowes, we did a pretty great job of accomplishing this. As Essley told my husband, it looked “pretty and magical and creepy.” In other words, it was perfect. We’re looking forward to enjoying it throughout the month, and in future years as well!
Have you decorated your mantel or fireplace for Halloween? What are your favorite things to decorate with this time of year?
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It should be little surprise to readers of this blog that I have always been a bit into animals. My childhood dogs have featured heavily on this space, but the truth is I’ve had a wide variety of animals when I was a kid.
From grades 4-6, I was a hamster fanatic. At the time, it was very difficult for North American children to buy dwarf hamsters. The mainstay of the hamster world was the golden or Syrian hamster, and there were very few people breeding for docility in pet hamster strains. The goal was to produce as many different morphs as possible with very little regard to the temperament of the hamster.
As a result, many children from my generation have horror stories about biting hamsters. Over my years of hamster keeping, I came to accept their bites as part of keeping them.
I got into hamsters rather on a lark. I was always reading the Barron’s pet guides, many of which were translations of German pet manuals, and the one on hamsters was written by Otto von Frisch.
The book was not just a pet care manual. It was full of anecdotes about pet hamsters, as well as discussions of scientific studies on their behavior. It also talked a lot about the Central European ideas about hamster, for as I learned from that book, that there are hamsters native to Germany and Austria (the very large common hamster). The species was well-known to farmers in the region as an agricultural pest and as a rather vicious creature that shouldn’t be messed with. As someone who predominant ancestry is from that region, I was quite fascinated by these accounts.
And I knew I had to have a pet hamster.
After much pleading, I was given permission to get a hamster, provided I kept it at my grandparents’ house. My mother was an extreme murophobe, and I had to accept her conditions.
The first hamster I got was what was called a black-eyed cream. I named her Linda, because I was a child and thought that was a nice name. And her variety may have been black-eyed cream, but her tendency to bite led to her receiving the moniker “the black-eyed bitch.”
I soon found that it was very easy to get hamsters. People were quite literally giving me new ones, including an old long-haired female that live for about two weeks then fell over dead from old age.
I longed, though, for a true “wild type” hamster. I wanted one that was marked just as the wild ones are in Syria, with white cheek flashes and sabled golden coats.
I never was able to purchase such an animal. The closed I got was what was called a cinnamon hamster. She was marked just like a wild type, but she had no black hair at all on her pelt.
She had come from Walmart, where she had been kept in a cage with several banded hamsters. The banded ones were wild type in color, but they had a white band going through their mid-section. I had managed to get two females from that cage: this cinnamon one and a banded one.
Two weeks later, the cinnamon hamster dropped pink babies all over her cage. Apparently, a male hamster had been kept with her, and she was just in the early days of her pregnancy when I got her.
In five days, their fur started to grow in. 9 were wild-type but banded, but one was wild type in full!
I didn’t understand my Mendel in those days. The banded trait is dominant over the non-banded, and the wild-type markings are dominant over the cinnamon. Cinnamon bred to a banded wild-type would produce young that were banded wild-type, but if the wild-type were a carrier for a non-banded hamster, it is possible to get at least one in the litter that lacked a white band.
That’s what this hamster was, and I was instantly transfixed. I spent my summer that year handling hamster babies, knowing fully-well the stories of mother hamsters eating their young if they were stressed.
The young wild-type hamster was a male, and he became the tamest hamster I ever knew. I named him Houdini, after a children’s book I had read, but he really didn’t live up to his namesake. He escaped a few times– always because I left a latch on the cage a little loose– but he was easily recovered.
One time, he did escape and was gone for several days. I was certain that he had wandered out of the house and had eventually fallen prey to some nocturnal predator.
I had all but given up on him, so I sat with a heavy heart in my grandparents’ guest room watching Nature on PBS. I heard some rumbling sounds in the wall. I thought I was hearing things, but the rumbling sound grew louder and louder.
I then caught movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Houdini crawling along the side of the wall. He stopped and sniffed the air, and he scurried right up to me and let me pick him up.
My childhood mind said that Houdini came to me because he loved me. My adult mind now recognizes that Houdini recognized me as a source for food. He had spent several days wandering around the walls of my grandparents’ house and had become famished in his freedom. He caught my scent on his evening travels, and he came to me to figure out if I might have some food.
But a child’s mind saw Houdini as the Lassie of the hamsters. He’d come home out of the walls just because he loved me.
Despite that childhood flight of fancy, the hamsters taught me much. I learned what it was like to be around an animal that utterly has no use for humanity. Dogs and horses are personable animals, but a hamster is solitary, remote, and mostly nocturnal (at least in captivity).
The world they reveal is a world in which territory matters the most. The males have greasy scent glands on their hips that they rub along their tunnels to mark their realms. The females have a musty odor, and when they are receptive to males– every four days if not bred–they get quite stinky indeed.
I got to where I could tell if a female hamster was receptive just by the intensity of the odor. This odor is an adaptation to a species with such hyper territorial behavior that they are forced to live pretty far from each other. The strong estrus odor of a female hamster is necessary to announce to the male that it is okay for him to enter her territory and mate with her. When she is not receptive, she will attack any hamster, male or female, that comes near. In this species the females are bigger and fatter than the males, and males that don’t heed the odors wind up with a dangerous situation indeed.
These captive hamsters– all derived from a single litter captured near Aleppo in the 1930s– opened my eyes to another world.
The solitary Syrian hamster lives and breeds well in captivity, but it is still mostly a wild animal. In the past few years, breeders have produced truly more docile strains of hamster, but I knew them in the raw.
In fact, I think that if I were ever to be a hamster keeper again, I would try to get a little more of the more rugged strain. I would not be buying a cute pet for the kids. I would be be buying an animal that I wish to appreciate as a wild being with its own instincts and drives and desires. I would want to be the naturalist hamster lover again. I would keep them with the cool detachment of an adult who understands animal behavior and not the childhood anthropomorphism or “cynomorphism” that turned them into furry people or severely debased dogs.
The Syrian hamster will always mean a lot to me. They were terrible pets for the typical child, but they were the ideal subjects for a budding young naturalist who needed to know animals that weren’t dogs or horses.
They opened my mind to something else, and I will always appreciate them for their indifference and their solitary grumpiness and their general remoteness.
This is my contribution to Rodent Week.
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