I didn’t grow up with pets. My mom wasn’t a fan of having to take care of any four legged creatures, and the most we ever had in regards to non humans in the house were a goldfish or two.
I remember going out to the garden once when I was around 3 or 4 years old and gathering a dozen or so potato bugs in a little Tupperware container. I had high hopes that they could be my pets. Mom wasn’t too keen on that either, so out they went back into the garden. Better for them in hindsight, I’m sure.
