Elementary school is a wild place. But this was ridiculous.
Someone – or something – was tearing up Emerson Hicky. Classrooms were trashed. Walls were gnawed. Mysterious tunnels riddled the playground like worm chunks in a pan of earthworm lasagna.
But nobody could spot the culprit – let alone catch him.
I don’t believe in the supernatural. My idea of voodoo is my mom’s cockroach ripple ice cream.
Then a teacher reported seeing a monster on full moon night, and I got the call.
At the end of a twisted trail of clues, I had to answer the burning question: Was it a vicious, supernatural were-hamster on the loose, or just another Science Fair project gone wrong?
The zany text reads like a mixture of stand-up comedy...and a fourth grader on an overdose of sugar.”School Library Journal