I think this is due to pet deprivation. I have never once in my life had a pet. That makes me sad. My dad is allergic to cats, but he had loads of dogs growing up. So why do I get stuck with a deprived childhood? I think my mom vetoed pets because she figured she'd be the one to take care of it all the time.
I just think mice are cute, with their tiny brown faces peeking out at you before they run away and hide. My mom asks if I still think they're cute after they poop on my stuff. Yup! I don't care if they were on my computer desk. (I think they like computers because they have a mouse.) But it does bother me to see one stuck in a trap, still alive and wiggling to get free. I may be traumatized by that. Maybe I'll just teach the mice to do this:
After all, they did manage to get peanut butter off one of our traps without springing it. ;)
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The early bird gets the worm, and the early worm gets the bird.
Anyways, there's a reason people like us (or, perhaps just me) aren't allowed to have pets. I had a pet plant, an air fern, named Ferny. Air ferns don't need anything but air to live, so I was told. I managed to kill Ferny and Ferny wasn't even a plant; air ferns are actually coral or something. This is why I'm not allowed to have living things more complex than a rock as a pet.
So, I've got a deal for you. I'll take your mice and practice having a real live pet. Your parents are happy, I'm happy, and you... well, everyone wins but you.
P.S. - because of this post I now find myself watching G-Force. Well done.
haha that picture is so cute. You know, when we were looking for a new place and weren't sure if we could keep our pets, I was going to give you my hamster. maybe I still should. Next time you visit me, maybe you can smuggle him home with you.
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