by Rix Quinn
Many towns now prohibit citizens from housing jungle animals.
What, exactly, is a “wild pet?” I once had a very friendly dog who could imitate other animals, like a cat and a rooster. Does that qualify?
For instance, some communities term boa constrictors “wild.” In others, they’re considered “non-poisonous reptiles with a lethal hug.” That’s reminds me of my great aunt, who visited us on holidays.
Coyotes, wolves and hyenas are also wild, even though they disguise themselves as loveable, giant-fanged dogs. My neighbor Charlie once owned a wolf, and it ate four parakeets and two of Charlie’s toes before he wised up and sold it to the sister he never liked.
Extremely large animals, like elephants or rhinos, don’t fit well in back yards. Also, walking an elephant is awkward, and cleaning up after it might require that pet owner to pull a wagon, too.
How about chickens? One community outlawed them, even though few are aggressive, and most are toothless.
They were banned not for aggression, but for crowing. No city person wants to hear anybody mouth-off at dawn, especially a birdbrain. (Maybe that’s why they forced my friend Dave out of town, too.)
Bottom line: If you want to view carnivorous animals, visit the zoo. If you want to hear a loud animal, invite my friend Dave to a dinner party.
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