Our lil' hammy...tell your tales here...

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Ok so a while ago I had a thought. Yeah; I know amazing! I thought it would be fun for my kids to have a kid friendly pet. A pocket pet so to speak. One that they were completely responsible for and had to take care of. At first, we looked around and asked the vet what might suit them and once ready, my kids decided on a hamster. I researched them and found them to be adorable little things(who knew there were so many different ones) and thought it a good idea. So, we stumble into the pet store and around 75 dollars later, arms full, stumble back out again with everything needed and a new teddy bear hamster my kids decided to name Poncho. For the first few months I was able to teach them how to properly care for him/her(who knows) and then they got the hang of it and did it alone. They love this thing and I think it is cute as well. It runs around interconnected cages and in a hammy ball all around the house and seems to really enjoy itself. However, in some twisted way the thing creeps me out now. I went to feed the darn thing and as I reached my arm in the cage it ran up and took a chunk out of my thumb. First I thought it was just because the poor thing was hungry and then I thought maybe it felt threatened. I couldn't help jerking my hand back and spilling the food all the while letting a few choice words slip out. It just sat there staring at me with it's beady lil' eyes. To me, it almost seemed it knew and was laughing inside at me. I left the room and it alone. I thought maybe it needed some time to stew. When the kids came home they ran in to see it and wanted to take it out in the hammy ball and I don't know why but I agreed. I told my daughter to be careful and as she walked into the room I walked into the restroom. Mid-stream I heard a scream and without thinking pulled up my pants and flung open the door to see my daughter's finger poking out with the darn thing attatched to it. I pulled it off, tossed it in the ball, and bandaged her. Calmed her and my son down and thought about it. Since when were they supposed to be so darn aggressive and why now? It never had been before? What had gotten into the stupid thing? Did it like the blood and just want more...I thought they were veggie eaters? At any rate needless to say we are all afraid to try to touch the darn rodent now.(notice he is now a rodent)What in the world do I do with this thing? How the heck am I gonna get it back in the cage? I have the urge to put it in the microwave and turn it on or take his lil' head and squeeze it till it pops off, maybe the blender would do the trick, because he hurt my baby. At the same, time I could never do something so very violent unless seriously provoked. Besides, it used to be so darn cute untill it started turning to the dark side.