I am many, many years removed from High School Freshman biology class. It was NOT one of my better subjects, although I did enjoy the experiments. Dissection Day was by far my favorite. Earthworms, frogs, and crayfish met with the sharpness of a scalpel. I miss performing surgery on those pickled beings.
WAY BACK WHEN:
Most of all, I miss Artie. He was a little white mouse that was our classroom pet. It was my responsibility to care for him. I think Mr. Neeland gave me that assignment because he knew I wasn’t afraid to hold him. It wasn’t long before trust between Artie and me was good enough for me to be hand feeding him. My classmates liked to look at him through the aquarium glass, but none of them had any notion to hold and pet him.
I was often puzzled about this assignment. I wonder where, and when, I went astray. My future self would have never thought life could be so different.
AND IN TODAY’S WORLD:
All of these years later, I find myself holding a career position that helps to rid the world of rodents, mice included. I still think those small, short haired, snout nosed beings are amazingly cute. I still talk to them when I find one. “I Am A Pest Whisperer” is another blog reference to this.
I am now aware of the troubles and diseases associated with keeping rodents, white mice, and other pests as pets. I will continue to strongly recommend that people don’t do that. I am a cat person myself.