jeepers creepers.

Anna and I drove by a pet cemetery yesterday. Other than the movie, I've never actually seen one before.

It kind of creeped me out on the idea of owning pets.

The thought of buying a piece of land and a gravestone for a cat, dog, goldfish, bunny, iguana, hampster, snake, or any other non-human companion seems a tiny bit weird and creepy. 

And on the other hand, the thought of loving a loyal pet for years and years and then simply throwing it at a veterinarian to dispose of seems homicidal and heartless.

So now the idea of owning a pet at all just gives me the creeps. I don't think I can do it, ever. 

Yeah, think about it. We want something to love at all times, something to cuddle with and kiss and talk to and it never has to talk back. They look at you like you're a crazy lady whenever you talk to them or try to get their attention. Yeah, sometimes they're nice to have around, and can sense your emotions, and all that yadda yadda..but I'm not convinced that owning pets isn't a bit narcissistic and controlling. 

And a huge hassle, on top of that.

Not that I'm an animal hater. I love animals. But I love them in their natural environment. I like them in the wild. I like when they can hunt and play and don't have to eat canned fish and poop in a box.