I have three that I can think of!
1: When I got Colby, even though I'd had hamsters, dwarf hamsters, I was PETRIFIED of him. I knew he would bite a chunk out of me and I'd never trust hamsters and I'd need a therapist who wouldn't understand and think I was deranged and hopeless and I'd give up on life and never brush my teeth and use incorrect grammar and I'd sell everything I owned and live in Starbucks and when they kicked me out and I'd live in a box with a mug asking for spare change. That didn't happen.
2: When I take a shower, sometimes I put Colby in his ball and let him run around my bedroom till I get out!
3: Don't tell anyone, but I learned recently that "Dwarfs" isn't a word, it's "Dwarves". I am the Grammar Queen and my username is misspelled. Everybody will you please pretend that I did that on purpose? Pretty please?
And Munch Sloth, don't feel bad! I love Colby Jack smell!!!