Many people chose a pet that would, if it still had its poison/stinger/claws/fangs, kill said person. I've never understood this fascination with caring for a creature that has a habit of killing your own species. Maybe it's just me, but I think, the definition of a pet, is, in part, a creature that enjoys to be pet.
If a pet loathes physical contact with its own, can it still be considered a pet? Or is it just more of a treasured prisoner? Maybe I'm missing something, maybe there is some distinct draw for owning a tarantula, some deep emotional or spiritual connection, or maybe, like farm animals, they contribute to the owner's survival and prosperity.
But I have my doubts. I love pets, I love animals and I try to reserve my judgment until I meet the said person's tarantula/scorpion/poisonous snake/ baby blood-crazed minotaur, because maybe they are right, and Teddy the tarantula is adorable and loving once you get past his love nibbles.
I just wonder sometimes.
I always wondered the same thing too. I also put cats in the category of why would you own one? Its not a very popular sentiment, I know. But I don't get it when people show me the scratches they get from their cats, like its a fun thing to be played with by a creature who shreds your arm. If my dog bit me while we were playing, they'd tell me I should have him put down. Why do they put up with this from their cats? Just wondering.....
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