No Pets

We used to have a lot of rules in our house. But over the years it has come down to only one: NO PETS. Craig's allergic to them. Especially if they have fur or stink. In the thirty-plus years that we've had children he has put up with gerbils, mice, pet rats, rabbits, guinea pigs, more rabbits, iguanas, turtles, hamsters, killer hamsters, hedge hogs, fish, snakes, frogs, frog eating snakes, a cat, cockatoos, budgies, hermit crabs and even flying squirrels to pacify whining kids that said things like, "but it followed me home, can't we keep him?" or "but he was going to be so lonely so we HAD to buy two and they're brother and sister so there won't be anymore."

Now that the kids are grown and mostly gone, Craig was happy to only deal with roaches, spiders and mosquitoes. Then Anna moved back. She brought with her a husband and four of the cutest, furriest and stinkiest little sugar gliders.

Below is a picture of another reason why Craig has a No Pets rule. It was taken about 2 a.m., in our bedroom. You may think it's really cute but now he has nightmares about sugar gliders in his bed. It's not funny. One night he tried to throw me out of bed thinking I was a sugar glider burrowing under his arm. So this is a warning to any sugar glider who may want to wander into our room at night: You are not safe!