When the Tiny Tyrants Take Over

Previously

…For the first time that afternoon, Drucilla looked at Sonya, not as the source of her problems, but as… something else. Something surprisingly effective. And Brenda, watching the interaction, felt a strange pang of something akin to grudging respect. The sisters, in their own wildly different ways, had averted a minor crisis. And the hamsters? They were still out there, a furry, unpredictable force of nature, continuing their reign of tiny terror. The real challenge, Drucilla realized, was far from over.