Thursday, February 4, 2010
A new pet
I ran out of time to post yesterday. Work ran late and then after dinner I took the girls to run errands. I got a lot done, except for posting. Which is too bad, because I needed to tell about out new "pet."
Steve was out changing the oil on the car in the night (he is such a night owl). He was doing it on the driveway (because for some strange reason the previous owners of this house carpeted the garage) when at one point he looked over and saw a large mouse on the lawn. Using a bowl, Steve caught the mouse and put it in an old terrarium we had sitting in the garage. He gave it a few pretzels and some water and then placed it on the back porch.
On the terrarium he taped a sign that reads:
"Don't Touch! I Bite!" (with a picture of a skull and crossbones)
Of course the kids think this new "pet" is super cool. They have shown it to all the neighborhood kids and have been proposing names for it.
But I think it is awful. What if we have mice in our house somewhere? What if the kids get bit? Who is going to take care of this germ-infested creature?
As you can tell, pets (in general) are not my forte. What should I do?
Scripture of the Day: Luke 20:34-35