My nephew recently adopted a guinea pig. He proudly named her “Buttercup” and told me this is Buttercup’s third home.
Third home? What on earth has this guinea pig done that warrants it being returned by two different families? This led me to thinking of other random animals and their reasons for being brought back from whence they came:
Hermit crabs: “They’re simply too noisy.”
A goldfish: “It has an attitude.”
An Iguana: “It keeps giving me the harry eyeball. At the same time. In two different directions.”
A rabbit: “She seemed fine in the pet store but once we brought her home, all hell broke loose.”
Turtles: “It’s just not a good fit for our family.”
A rooster: “It just struts around, all cocky, acting like it owns the place. And it’s not laying eggs.”
Thankfully, my nephew’s house seems to be Buttercup’s final destination. Unless, of course, she starts making a freakish screeching noise at night or telling off-colored jokes.