There is a weatherpet this year. It happens to be a hamster. The weathercavemates enjoy tormenting the weatherpet. They like to turn its cage around and watch it get confused. They laugh maniacally when it can’t find its water bottle or runs into walls.

Thump, thump.

I thought it was funny too, ’till I got home over the break and the weather parents had rearranged the weatherroom. The desk and the bed were on opposite sides of the room and nothing was where I’d left it.

Wednesday’s forecast: Instant karma. Thump, thump.