My siblings and I always had a way with my mother, she was a large softy and had a large heart, and we could get away with murder occasionally! The area in which she genuinely struggled was turning critters away from our home, but and that was an issue, because we were always bringing little disfigured critters home… I don’t know what it was about my brothers and I, however it was like Doctor Doolittles growing up in our house.
It seems like every time we walked outside we came back in with some broken critter, however eventually, our property was filled to the brim with cats, cats, birds, bunnies, reptiles, fish…
you name it, we had it. This was a lot of fun for us as children however I think that it drove my mom insane. Specifically I remember how much it affected our indoor air quality. That wasn’t a huge deal to us at the time because we mostly just cared about running around and playing; However, my mom was being driven up the wall by her dirty and aromay house. She was consistently calling out the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C worker to take a look at our ventilation system. She was convinced that there was critter dander trapped inside of the air ducts, spreading hair and dangerous particles throughout the entire house. She ran around our household like a nut trying to sweep and dust up all of the Airborne contaminants. The Heating, Ventilation, and A/C workers would politely disinfect out our air ducts for her, time and time again, and hand her brand new air filters to use! Beyond that, for better air quality they said we should entirely consider downsizing our personal Zoo.