In all my pissed-offness at Walmart, I forgot to tell you all that I held a Hedgehog today!!
I took the kids to that exotic animal pet store I was too lazy to go to the other day, and after looking all around the whole store and being screamed at by an angry Sugar Glider, I looked at the counter as I was about to exit and there sat a tank with one corner full of prickly Hedgehogs.
The very bored, highly pierced sales girl ummmmed and "kind of"-ed in response to all of my questions and then interrupted me to ask if I just wanted to hold one. Of course I wanted to hold one!
I was thinking the actual prospect of handling one would weird me out or make me realize they wouldn't be a good pet but I really loved it. It was so cute with its sleepy little eyes, nosing around on my palm. About 40 trillion times cooler than a Guinea Pig.
They also had a ton of turtles and a list a mile long of kinds of people they wouldn't sell turtles to, which made it easier to talk to Big Kid about the fact that a turtle probably isn't the best pet for us.
Mr. Ashley was pretty unimpressed that I got to hold a Hedgehog (he wasn't there) and acts like I'm just kidding or crazy when I tell him I want one some day, so I don't see it happening soon.