I am a really good mother. No, really. Because I went on a date with the handsomest guy I know and we were about to see a WWI film (one of my favorite history subjects) and we had time to kill before the show
so I said, "Hey handsome, let's go look at critters in the pet store."
And he said, "As you wish. I am a slave to your every whim."
Or something to that effect. Ish.
And two hours later we came home to out daughters, sans WWI movie and one hundred dollars poorer.
And two rats richer.
(Just FYI, the rats were only ten bucks. It was the cage, food, toys, bedding and accessories that did us in)
But they are the cutest, nicest little rats you ever met.
And my children have been the happiest girls ever since. Happy, happy, rat-owning girls.
They watch t.v. together. They snuggle together. They make toys for their rats. And feed
goodies to their rats. And take their rats outside when the weather is nice.
I don't know what those city folks are complaining about.
These little creatures are delightful. Best infestation I've ever had.
Hands (paws) down.