You know, the difference between "feeder mice" and hamsters at the pet store is about 8 bucks and a meat clever. I'm just sayin'! We weren't able to get one for the boys the other day. Seems all the other parents who thought it was a good idea for a Christmas gift thought to put a hamster in their gift cage. In deciding to let Evan pick his hamster, we have doomed him to a nearly eternal wait of 3 or 4 days to get a newly stocked, properly quarantined, guaranteed for 7 full days, hamster. Poor guy does delayed gratification nearly as poorly as I do.
We went to another (the 4th!) pet store today and they had more, um, "pets" than the others we had been to. In addition to the stock fish, gerbils, guinea pigs (shouldn't these be called Italian pigs now?), ferrets, and yes, rats; they also had three different varieties of tarantula, some green iguanas, and a lot of tropical fish. We were all excited to see Nemo, a clown fish, and there were things in those tanks I've never seen apart from a Jacques Cousteau show. Really. They even had a scorpion. Remember when pet shops had mostly dogs and cats? Oh, none of those anymore, of course. But if you want a python, come on down!
I'm starting to feel like the world is being directed by David Lynch. Think about that one. Sure maybe you love his films, but would you want to LIVE in one?