Sunday, April 3, 2005 at 6:00 AM One of my sons bought a rat and said it was my present. I was not sure if it was so I would agree to her being in our house but took it on and named her Bathsheba. I had her trained to crawl down the neck of my long sleeved shirt to my hand for rye bread. I eventually let her go in the woods because she was distressed by the caging. He had snakes and eventuallly traded them for things like Nintendo games. (that ought to tell you how long ago!) I didn't form any attachment to the snakes but miss my rat. My husband calls Hollie (guinea pig) a rat, but I catch him giving her treats, so he is a softie under the facade. —hardpathtowalk |
