Not to push the breeding thing on you but

After staring at a bunch of fat pollywogs yesterday afternoon I have yet another episode of "I would be such an awesome mother" running through my head.

Side Note: I am blown away by how many people don't know what a fucking pollywog is. Tadpole? Baby frog? Whatever happened to actually leaving your house (gasp!), going outside (wonder of wonders!) and then walking around (whoa!) and looking at stuff (I'm blind!)? There is a good bit of stuff to check out. I am pretty sure I am not some nature buff. I have met nature buffs. They intimidate me a little with their scientific names of flowers and what have you. So.

Side Note: I am also taken aback by how many mothers would never ever allow little creatures into their home, pollywogs included. Were I to have small children I'm guessing the house would look something like a barn/science lab. Hmm. When I picture it, it's a happy little vision of squirmy goodness but when I logically wring it out, keeping creepy crawlies out of the house might make more sense. I am going to need a section of the garage. There. That's settled.

Side Note: How awesome is the word POLLYWOG? pollywog. PoLLyWoG.

It's one thing to go and net some pollywogs just to watch them grow into frogs when you are 30. It's a whole other deal when you have kids. Totally understandable. Way more fun. Educational on a teaching young life how the world works level. I'm not implying I am worried about what people think of me and my actions. The day I start that will be a very dark day indeed. I am just in the midst of the "kids make everything way more fun" controversy. I am not overlooking the incredibly hard work they entail. I am also not going to go and get knocked up just to wait until they are old enough to watch baby frogs grow. I mean, what would I do with them after the frogs grew up? Try explaining that to a three year old.

Besides, I have a cage full of finches heading my way some time soon. It was supposed to be yesterday but plans have changed. I just hope no one else commits suicide while I am waiting for them. Oooo... I am not building an entirely new dwelling. Instead I am going to revamp the one they have. I like the first one I made, it just needs some tweaking. Like a plexiglas door front. This is going to be as fun as it sounds. I don't know what I am going to do with everyone while I work on their cage, but I bet it's going to be a full out shit show regardless. Whoever gives me the most hassle gets to be the next Malcolm. I don't know if getting more finches is a good idea since the flight is pretty full. I also don't want to chance everyone else picking the new guy to death. Birds are like that you know. I can't wait to clean off the perches, clip their tiny nails and give them more things to shred so they'll stop shredding each other. Tiny little blood thirsty freaks. I love those little guys.

Pollywog.