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 š
UPDATE: HE LET ME KEEP THEM!!!!!