Reading the entry on guinea pigs in Kaptain Kobald's blog reminded me of 'happy days' in the past when one of my son's went into pet-owning in a big way. We ended up with 13 rabbits, 2 chinchillas, various mice, hamsters, gerbils, a couple of chipmunks, a lizard, a water snake, ferrets.....need I go on?
We had 3 sheds in the garden to house them and the lawn fenced off as a rabbit run, with the inevitable burrows underneath and, of course, who ended up cleaning them all out when he 'forgot'???
His older brother decided to get in on the act too, but he restricted himself to 1 pet, a water snake which he kept in his bedroom....when it wasn't escaping, that is, and secreting itself under his younger sister's bed. She was NOT impressed!
The snake was partial to baby mice, not the sort of thing you can pick up at your local corner shop or supermarket but younger brother came to the rescue and,through his contacts in the pet shop business, obtained a quantity of said baby mice (dead).
The next problem was where to store them. I must have missed out on this discussion because the first I knew of it was through an irate phone call while in school, from my ex-husband who had delved into the freezer for that evening's meal and chanced upon .....you've got it! The mice, in a plastic bag! One of my colleagues at school claims that she dined out several times on that story!
A couple of years later, the menagerie was disbanded and we had a fishpond in the garden instead, which took up a third of the lawn and meant that, whenever I wanted to hang washing on the line, I practically had to tread water.
(You couldn't make it up, could you!)