This is Jane. Most of you know I’m all about pets.
I’ve had butterflies, sea monkeys, ladybugs, Gary (you already know about Gary if you watch Jane’s Daily 3) and fireflies……….. Anyway, I’ve had a lot of pets.
But there’s only one problem.
You had to let the butterflies free, my sea monkeys died when I couldn’t take them to the beach house with us over spring break, the ladybugs…OK, backstory. Over COVID my family and I would go down to this little park on our bikes, and there were a bunch of ladybugs in the grass. I took 5 ladybugs from the park, and every day gave them food (cranberries, strawberries, bananas…..etc) and gave them exercise by telling them to fly to the window, climb on a leaf, or just fly around my room. I will never forget Samantha when she flew into the fan. R.I.P Samantha. I kept fireflies in jars during the summer, and tried to read with them (DID NOT WORK).
We’ve had a few “pets” on our adventure, and I would like to tell you about them.
Patches: We don’t actually have a picture of Patches, but I can describe him. So, picture a white dog, a Jack Russell Terrier. OK, now picture a big black spot of fur on his forehead. Boom! There’s Patches. Patches was scavenger. He lived at Aloha foods, a restaurant with 3 food trucks on Rapa Nui island. One night I got Ramen noodles, my brother got nuggets, and my Mom and Dad, I actually have no idea what my parents got, but it must have been good because Patches sat next to our table staring at us whimpering for food. It was really cute, but some little girls came over and started hugging and squeezing Patches. One of them actually said “Gato” and called him a cat.
Señor Kibbles: We went to Cajon del Maipo for the weekend for a little vacation from the city of Santiago. We stayed at some little hotelish cabins and unpacked. Later, a little cat came by. We were roasting s’mores over the fire on our porch. All of a sudden, we hear a loud “meow!” We see Señor Kibbles. We feed him some bread, BIG MISTAKE! That cat meowed all night, keeping us all awake. Gato muy mal!
Gary: My snail that lived in a shoebox. He loved it! (probably not) He swam in his pickle cap filled with water, took a nap in his leaf den, and played with his tiny play-dough ball. We had a tiny yard, so I took him out to play. He just sat there, which was not a surprise. I left him out for a while. Then Garfield made his move. (Garfeild is the cat that lives in our neighborhood.) He ate Gary. R.I.P Gary.
Rocky: The night I started this blog post, we went out for dinner in Hornopiren on the north side of the Carretera Austral in Patagonia. We met a dog and named him Rocky. He dropped a rock right in front of us (see picture above). He wanted to play. We didn’t, because he was a stray. But he came up and put his head on my lap. If I talk anymore, I’ll be overwhelmed by cute aggression.
Chu-Chu: OK, one time this little Chicao bird was jumping next to me. It was literally like a foot away from my shoe. I then learned that if you’re still, one of these birds will get close to you. I didn’t think they would jump on you. But sure enough, I’m still, on a hike just looking at this little jumpy bird. Then of all things that could happen, It jumps on my shoe. My heart is booming for like 30 seconds as it just stares at me. Then It jumps away.
So, in all, I love animals, my parents have said they might get me a bunny, and I’m happy. I’ve wanted a pet my whole life, and I might actually get one.
Dear past Jane, this is 2024 Jane in America. I have a bunny and her name is Eurydice (yur-i-duh-c). I love her soooooooooooooooooooo much!🥰