I love animals. Period. Animals often have bad luck when they are around me. I saw an interview that President Obama gave a couple weeks ago where a fly was bothering him (I didn’t know they allowed those in the White House). With his lightening fast reflexes he killed the fly and PETA came out saying all creatures great and small should be respected. Come on, seriously?
Okay so I lied, I am totally for the killing of flies, mice, gnats, mosquitoes, bees, spiders, wasps, and any other annoying thing that gets in my space. There is a whole huge drainage ditch past our backyard followed by cornfields and country. You want to build your little house and raise your wasp family out there? I won’t bother you. Please be my guest. However, we paid a pretty penny for this house we live in and you may not cohabit with us unless you are paying rent. I’m sorry PETA, this is just how it is. If you love flies that much, I will give them your address and you can hang out with them at your place.
Growing up I would beg my mom for every different kind of animal and she graciously let me have them, much to her dismay later, I am sure. The first was hamsters. I loved this little guys so much that I would put them in the pocket of my winter coat and bring them to school with me. They were not so interested in all the learning so they chewed up my coat and disappeared (sorry school). This may be the first time my mom has heard this story…SURPRISE MOM!
The next hamsters my mom allowed me to get stayed at home. However, they were crafty little guys and managed to crawl up their little glass cage and chew through the screen at the top and then find a way into the walls of our house (sorry Mom). Mom would not let me have any hamsters after that.
So I begged for a bunny, and a bunny I got. A sweet little white one that stayed small. It’s cage was metal and right next to my bed. I woke up in the middle of the night to a strange sound. My little bunny had chewed its way through the chords next to my bed and the electricity passed through the metal of the cage and it was throwing my bunny around the cage. I quickly grabbed a plastic broom and moved the cage away from the wall and chords. Dylan (the bunny) did survive that horrible night, however he was paralyzed for the rest of his life. He lived for about another year or so and he was a pathetic sight, dragging the bottom half of his body around. However, he didn’t seem to be in pain and seemed to enjoy life for the short time that was left.
This has taught me to stick with cats and dogs (Finn, I’m sorry you will never have any other animals that our cats and dogs). I have not hurt, lost, or killed a cat or dog. Our cat did die an early death, but it was not on my watch. I think I’m also doing pretty well keeping Finn alive and healthy. So that’s what I’m sticking to!