Manic Behavior

Yesterday began with an excited, irrational need to experience a “high.”

For me, that meant driving an hour across town during lunch to visit an exotic pet store, where I met a friendly, middle-aged shopkeeper.

“I adore the prairie dogs as well as the sugar gliders,” I said. “Which one is a more affectionate pet?”

She explained that, once bonded, the sugar gliders would be more affectionate and could even be carried on-the-go quite easily via a bonding pouch.

I was sold.

I got one, and then, when explained the importance of keeping gliders in pairs, I purchased a second.

I named them Chip & Dale, and I was ecstatic.

…But, there was one problem.

My husband had told me over & over again, “No more pets.”

The 5 year old in me thought I could get away from hiding them in the closet, but when I went back to work, my anxiety kicked in.

“Did I secure the heat lamp properly? What if it falls off? What if it hurts the gliders? What if the house burns down!?”

I ended up calling my husband and confessing what I’d done.

He took a deep breath and said, “I’ll talk to you later.”

Then, he called back a few minutes later and said, “We are returning them in the morning.”

I hope we don’t, but I think he’s pretty serious.

Let’s see what happens 🙁


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