Those zombie eyes
I haven’t seen the Baron since last Friday when that nasty squirrel claimed my yard, waiting for our plums to get ripe. I would have gladly shared those plums with the Baron, but then if he didn’t like my eggs, I’m not sure he’d appreciate the fruit either. I keep looking for him every morning but I will always have the memory of my transient beautiful pet. He’s not the first exotic pet in my life. When I was ten, my mother let me get a monkey. Oh, yes she did! What was she thinking? I begged and begged, “If I can have a monkey, I’ll never ask for anything again for the rest of my life!” It was a complete disaster. It was a squirrel monkey and I refused to keep him in a cage – that would be no fun. The first time I let him out, this thing flew – and I mean FLEW like he had wings… across the kitchen, knocking over cups and glasses and food, and frankly, scaring the hell out of me. Luckily, the pet store had a return policy (probably standard for monkeys and pythons). I had a little more sense when I was younger. At nine, my dad let me get a little bunny rabbit. Every kid wants a bunny rabbit at Easter time. But things didn’t go well for “Sniffles.” I had fun with him for a while but once he got bigger and fatter, my dad cooked him. I didn’t strike me as odd but even this neighbor’s kid knew something was up. Those zombie eyes were trying to warn me…. “I see dead rabbits.”
OK Jenny…..any sign of Barron yet?
🙁
nope.
Oh no! the nasty squirrel ran the Baron off and he’s no where to be seen…
I’m sad now Jenny! 🙁
Squirrels ruin everything!
I really don’t like a squirrel…lol…
Sad……fingers crossed he will show up again soon.
A couple years back, we had two praire dogs and we had NO CLUE what we were getting ourselves in for! We figured they would be nothing compared to the iguanas I had, as a kid. Those praire dogs can not only let out the cutest and loudest squeals but, they can also bite like no other! Who else here can say they have a scar on their knuckle, from a praire dog bite? Oh, I CAN! 😀
…..I can’t say we ate them! I’m sorry you and Sniffles had to go through that kind of life changing experience together, Jenny. Poor Sniffles even had tragic foreshadowing in his name!
~Tiffie
Interesting……well maybe Baron heard about the rabbit dinner and ran to the hills…..hmmmm I am sure he will show up eventually.
I know how you feel JJ, I working for a funeral home, “I see dead people”!! 🙂
Sue
OMG! I can’t believe he made you eat your rabbit. Did it taste like chicken? 🙂
Aw Jenny, I’ve always wanted a spider monkey when I was younger, but my dad said they were messy animals, so he wouldn’t let me have one. He let me have a dwarf bunny once. I had it for 6/7 years. She was a black bunny, so I named her
Cricket. I think a bunny’s life span is 6 to 8 years. I’m sorry your bunny got ate 🙁
By the way, my favorite books growing up was Curious George. I think monkeys have always been my favorite animal. I use to collect monkey stuffed animals. Actually, I still have some of them from collecting them through the years…
Jenny, I’m sorry the monkey scared you, but while reading this post you almost caused me spill coffee (decaf) on me from laughing. You were probably thinking “this is one crazy monkey” 😆
Yes, a tissue was needed…lol…