Trip to the Pet Man and A story :)

Dec 26, 2007?

I went to the pet man today saw the new critters an alligator snapping turtle tried to bite off my finger, rather angry animal. So I asked for some crickets! I got a dozen I'm gonna try to breed them in my terrarium. They really like lettuce, they ate some pomegranate sprouts too which wasn't so thrilling since I'm trying to propagate the pomegranates. I put them in the fruit one. Anyways the Pet man walks over after I ask him for some dead mice for my snakes and he goes "I tried breakin their necks with ma new pliers... ripped their heads clean off".

I just stood there blinking at him until he handed me a bag full of baby rats "Just put em like dat in yer freezer" he says and I looked at them just squirming around so small and defenseless. I just told him I'll be back later when he has them.

Now this was rather weird for me because I always reprimand mom for wanting people dead or for eating cows then saying killing cows is bad. I ask tell her if it was down to her to kill a cow or a child molester would she and shes like no that's sin! I always think of the animal I'm eating and I clean my plate in it's memory and break open the bones for the marrow if your disgusted. I don't care its tasty and nutritious. I'll probably be a vegetarian when I do my own grocery shopping though and yes I would stab a child molester to death if you freed me of any legal consequences.

Which is why it surprised me that I backed out from killing the baby rats myself. They were babies though I might be high mach not that much though. I have no regrets over feeding a grown live rat to a boa it has to eat. I guess its just the innocence of a young creature that makes me automatically protective towards it. I have very keen and weird protective instincts.

On the animal baby subject I can't eat eggs either they make me puke. I get images of aborted babies and that one baby chicken that came out of an egg when mom was going to cook it... it was half grown and it was moving, I was what 12? I figured I could make it live somehow too. It died. Yes I did have a wonderful childhood.

On the topic of dead baby animals I want to write down this story just because I feel like it and want to have it somewhere.

My dad's cat had kittens when i was like 14. That cat was a dirty slut quite honestly. She was pregnant year round and she had like gang bangs. No seriously it was wrong, like 1 cat doing her and 4 waiting next to her for their turn.

Anyhow getting off topic the huge brute of a dog my dad had bit one of the kitties on its back. Tore the skin right off, I cried, dad beat the dog. He bought me some antibiotic because he didn't know what to do and I was the only certified veterenarian wannabe. So I washed the wound first. The water would go underneath the skin and swell the skin up like a bubble. Quite a sight. I dried it as gently as I could and when I was sure it was dry I put the antibiotic over the wound and dressed it. The wound was like a hole though. I don't know what the hell the dog did with the skin, perhaps he ate it. Point is I was like this cannot be open like this but I didn't know what to do. I kept the cat with me, bottle feed it milk, sometimes tuna, he really loved the tuna. Point is after 3 days the wound started smelling just bad, like rotten meat well it was rotting meat... I started getting out thin yellow fluid out of the wound. I would change the dressing and clean it more often each day.

Then upon my dad telling me he couldn't take him to the vet until the weekend I decided he should go be with his brothers and sisters. I left him with them one night. I came over first thing in the morning. He was dead... they ate him. There was a puddle of blood, his head with his spine attached and I only found 3 of his paws. I buried him in the backyard and placed flowers over his grave. Dad found it hilarious that I gave a cat a christian burial.