Where's Sammy?

Last night at bedtime I discovered that the cover to Sammy the Hamster's cage was open and he was not inside. After a brief panic we figured out that the last person to open his cage was Emily when she fed him a peach pit that morning. That meant that he was out and about all day long and we were all fearing the worst. After a thorough interrogation, the cat provided no evidence of foul play, and I found no signs of struggle anywhere in the house. Faced with the pressure of reassuring the kids so they could go to sleep knowing Sammy was in peril, and actually finding the rodent before his nocturnal wanderings could take him anywhere, I called upon my years of experience trapping small mammals during college summers. I took 2 live traps, baited them with peanut butter, and placed them strategically in Emily's room, on the hunch that he had not strayed far from where he fell out of the cage (though try as I might I could not find him or any signs). After about 15 minutes of settling the kids in their beds and searching for the little guy, I heard the telltale clang of the trap door snapping shut. I called the kids in and we transferred Sammy back into his cage, with the doors firmly closed. We were quite relieved, and all slept soundly that night knowing he was safe.