Growing up I was FASCINATED by bats. While other kids thought they were gross, I wanted one for a pet something serious. Let’s be honest, they NAILED my kid criteria for awesome pets:
+1 for furry cuteness
-100 for hamster-related furry cuteness (let’s just say I had a couple of hamsters that clawed each others’ eyes out and ate their young… which I discovered the next morning while trying to feed them… apparently they weren’t both boys…)
+1 for flying abilities
-100 for birds (one time, I had a parakeet… and his beak fell off… I shit you not)
+1 if adorably misunderstood
+1,000 if vaguely associated with Halloween
What can I say, I’ve always had a soft spot for the underdog and all things Halloween… whether actually Halloween or not.