Today I'm linking up to tell you a random story from my past for the "Just Because" link up with Lisette.
When I was in the 4th grade our classroom had two class pets. They were two rats named Swoosh and Nike. They were super tame and cuddly and calm. I got the idea in my head that I wanted one more than anything. I begged and begged my parents for one. My mom could not stand the thought of it and said no. One morning my dad pulled me aside and said he was taking me to the pet store to get a rat. We picked one out and got all the necessary goodies for it.
Seriously, whats up with the mouse fetish?
I had fun with it for about a day until I realized it was actually pretty ugly, scary, and not fun at all. The first time I let it out of its cage it ran rampant around the house until we finally caught it. From the day it was named "Speedy." I was terrified of it from that point on. My mom made me clean it's cage, replace it's food and water until the day he died. I feel awful saying this but I was so relieved when that day finally came. He kept growing larger and larger and half of his body swelled up like a balloon. He ended up dying choking on a peanut because of his huge swollen tumor-y body. Poor thing.
I can only pray to the heavens that my children never beg me for a gross hairy little rodent. Sorry mom and dad!!