Pets

My mom HATE all kind of animals, because they are dirty, smelly, etc, that's the reason why in my 22 years of being alive I only had a few pets, but they where/are mostly tiny animals.

when I was a child (usually with my big brother) we use to drown the anthills from our garden to chase all of the ants and put them in glass jars, I think we made like 20 ants farms is our childhood, it wasn't even funny, but there was anything else to do.

there was this time when we stole a cat (yes we stole it from a neighbor from a few houses down) we hide it as long as we could until our mom found out, she was mad but let us keep it.. until the little fella got close to the gate and someone else stole it from us (damn you karma), the next animal we had (beside the ants) was a cute, fatty and fluffy hamster, she had a lots of names, I always called her 'Hamster' but my brother called her 'Bolita' and my mom 'Porota', but her original name was 'Café con leche' because that was her fur color, I'm pretty sure she had a lot more names, but a just can't remember, whatever, she was like the Tutankamon of the hamsters because she lived 6 years. After Café con Leche died, we didn't have any pets until one of my brother's girlfriends (i can't remember her name) gave us a couple of birds, Pancracio and Dorotea (my brother was the one that pick those stupid names, if it was for me, they will be called bird one and bird two), Dorotea died from a heart attack like a year ago, so Pancaca is a widower.. i don't remember having anything else.