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James Blast wrote:8 years old and stuffing small furry creatures up yer ass, pfff....

guid work,carry on

James Blast wrote:mine was called O'Malley, I had to have her 'put down' when she broke her leg, I vowed never to have another pet, I kept that vow

she wasn't much fun and bit me twice as well as eating parts of the sofa but I thought she was cute, like most of the women I've fallen for - looks do not make a nice creature

I think my pet gecko suffers more than I do. I bought him the best part of a decade ago when it seemed to me that having a pet lizard would be the coolest thing ever, and he's been languishing in a glass box ever since, having not set eyes on a lady gecko since he was seperated from his brothers and sisters back when he was a wee nipper. He tries to climb his glass walls sometimes and it tears me up, though I haven't found a decent solution to his no-climbing predicament.

But then, perhaps he has it easy compared to the crickets in the box that was left in the hall overnight. I found them all huddled together in a pile, barely able to move. The cold must have taken them out. First I picked out the ones that were able to walk, between my fingers since they hadn't the life left in them to try and jump away. But perhaps more wretched than them were the others, lying in a pile of their backs, who I watched for the twitch of a limb or an antenna, before picking them up by the legs and dropping them into the sandy pit of their demise, littered with the broken bodies of their brothers and sisters. I can see them now, coming to life in the comparative warmth of the vivarium. Once they're on their feet he sees them as prey and no sooner have they felt the warmth return to their failing bodies than they are bitten in half or swallowed whole to play out the rest of their miserable existences being eaten away by his stomach acids.

Some of the little bastards are still wriggling, they've got spunk I'll give them that. Off to the pit, you'll make a fine meal!

MadameButterfly wrote:
My son put his sister's fish in his mouth I don't know for how long but suffice the fish died.

Elystan wrote:

He tries to climb his glass walls sometimes and it tears me up, though I haven't found a decent solution to his no-climbing predicament.

Fashion him some little gekko-sized kitchen plungers that he can attach to his feet - or rub sand paper on his feet to give him a little 'purchase'

Allo and welcome by the way.

psichonaut wrote:

MadameButterfly wrote:
My son put his sister's fish in his mouth I don't know for how long but suffice the fish died.

was that a salmon?

Debaser wrote:Fashion him some little gekko-sized kitchen plungers that he can attach to his feet - or rub sand paper on his feet to give him a little 'purchase'

James Blast wrote:

Debaser wrote:Fashion him some little gekko-sized kitchen plungers that he can attach to his feet - or rub sand paper on his feet to give him a little 'purchase'

as usual, the voice of reason, that's why I luff you Ness

markfiend wrote:I'm not really into the Cure either.

Hello

James Blast wrote: she wasn't much fun and bit me twice as well as eating parts of the sofa but I thought she was cute, like most of the women I've fallen for - looks do not make a nice creature

Being645 wrote:I wouldn't say I hate hamsters ... innocent little animals ... however, I've never met a reasonable person who owned a hamster ... ...

Elystan wrote:Suicide in your prime is one hell of a rockstar thing to do, but staying a rockstar 'til you die is... I don't know, it's incommensurable but fits my personal philosophy better.

boudicca wrote:How can you hate rodents? ... scurry scurry scurry scurry STOP! scurry scurry scurry...

psichonaut wrote:

Being645 wrote:I wouldn't say I hate hamsters ... innocent little animals ... however, I've never met a reasonable person who owned a hamster ... ...

i'm not reasonable enough then...i gifted my first daughter with a hamster ages ago