I've not got a picture but when we first got Toby, he weighed 700g and was the same size as a tin of beans. He was tiny.
One day, we went out and left him in the kitchen. When we returned my Dad walked into the kitchen, picked the bin up that had somehow been knocked over proceeded to make a cup of tea. Meanwhile, I was trying to find Toby, our kitchen isn't that big, it didn't take too long to realise he wasn't there. Cue panic attack that the dogs been stolen, the dogs escaped, the dogs been taken by aliens etc. Shouting round the house for him, no answer. I'm nearly in tears. Then we hear a whining coming but couldn't locate it, we decided it was behind the fridge and somehow he'd managed to crawl behind there. Next thing we're taking the fridge out, Toby isn't there but we can still hear him.
Long story short, we discovered that he'd somehow knocked over the bin, crawled inside and fell asleep.
We also once had to call the gas man out because our guinea pig got stuck behind our gas fire but that's another story ...
