Daddy, I want a golden goose!

I want a pet! After meeting Karl the caracol (named after my good friend who I met because of our pets) I felt the need to "take care" of something. My roommates of course tried to discourage my desire. It wasn't like I was asking for a dog or a horse or anything, just a small animal that is low maintenance....like a lizard! I said a lizard is really cool and we could all play with it and he would be a house pet. Robert said he could go get Karl back from the grass he put him in last night, but a snail really isn't a good pet for me, the thought of him "crawling" down my arm made me shiver. I really want a lizard!

They then made suggestions like a...snake, fish or a rat to which I replied YES, let's get one of those (except for a fish you can't really play with a fish)......of course they were trying to make me give up on the idea, but give me a break, "reverse psychology" on a former nanny? come on, it was a daily occurrence in my life for 15 years as a nanny, plus I used it quite successfully during my jobs as Executive Assistants to CEO's. Instead of dropping the subject I started to get excited and to talk about what we could name our snake (Smithers) and I told them about my brother's pet rats he had in college, and then brought home to my mothers dismay. Robert then confessed that he does not like snakes, and Ben hates rats.

I then made the mistake of mentioning a hamster and they both freaked out. I guess hamsters aren't really "manly" enough or something. They mentioned a rabbit (as if that's more masculine??) but I have already had a rabbit or two in my days and they take too much care. The conversation finally petered out without no solution and I do believe the poor lads think the conversation is over...but HA HA, they don't really know me very well (ha ha ha ha ha ha - wicked laugh while rubbing my hands together)