I'm not a total misanthrope, but I do love animals. The "pets" I've had growing up: cats and things I'd caught – snakes, lizards, a possum, a ground squirrel the cat dragged in; not to mention the jumping spiders I used to spar with using a piece of straw. We have jumping spiders here in the Pacific Northwest, but they are generally smallish and/or don't like to interact with meddling humans. My favorites in SoCal were about 1/4" and fuzzy orange. They'd rear up and attack my straw sword; nobody died. For some reason they could always be found in my window sill, maybe crawling across my nose while sleeping, but then I don't know: I was asleep.
Urbane Chickens
MySweetTuffy
System of Equilibrium Unbalanced
There Will Be Grief
I lived with a squirrel nearly a year and a day.
He chose to be free.
That's Chaz, but we'll get to her.
Playing Possum