Because of the Nancy dream, Kevin pulled me into a pet store yesterday. As I sadly stood for there for 20 minutes, petting the bunnies, thinking of rescuing them all, knowing that it would only reinforce the disgusting mill of breeding for money, Kevin dragged me away.
Leading me to the back of the store, we visited the snakes. Ok. Snakes. Ball Pythons. And, hello, they have mesh lids on their tanks.
Rats.
Less than two feet away.
Mesh on their lids too.
That sort of food-smell torture should not be allowed. All pet stores are evil and must be shut down. That's not sarcasm.
