Wow, I'm really not good at updating this blog. I'm hoping that will change–I'm going to have a very serious conversation with myself and threaten myself with various punishments. We have many exciting new products en route to Animalia as I write this, so tune in for that soon. For now though, I'd like to harken way back to my first post in which I wrote about begging my mother for exotic pets. I was recently at my mom's house, and I searched for the essay I wrote to my parents about my need for a skunk. While I was not successful in finding that, I did come across my brother's essay about why he should be able to have a snake. Oh, the teenage boy and his fascination with scaly creatures....It's pretty funny, so I thought I'd share. By the way, my brother DID get a snake, and I DID NOT get a skunk. Fair? I think not. Anyway, the last page of this is missing, but most of the good parts are here:
