This from Maxed Out Mama. I just have to sigh.
There is one thing I won't get used to here in Texas: the surprising skittle, that clickety clack sound as their little feet travel over the ground, up the wall, on the ceiling, through the air vents--you get the idea.
I HATE COCKROACHES.
And as much as I hate them, I loathe centipedes even more. They wig me out. Snakes? ehh. Spiders? (And I've been bit by a Brown Recluse) Don't really bother me. Centipedes? Save me.
But the worst PETA pet of all? Rats. Big, fat, nasty rats. One reason I don't mind snakes so much is they eat those disgusting vermin. I'm jiggy with that ya'll.
And, further up the food chain--I don't like cats indoors, but a good cat does a number on the rats and snakes. Fine by me.
Pictured above is the neighbor's cat who saunters by every day at the exact same time. She is relatively antisocial but she looks pretty. Kind "view from my window" thing. I'm having an Andrew Sullivan moment.
My favorite PETA pet? Bald eagles. I kid you not, in our suburban development, a Bald Eagle family winters here and hatches their babies. They are amazingly effective at ridding a couple square miles of rodents. Even a cat or two has been known to vanish. Now that's my kind of PETA pet.