he comes from a dingy, dirty alley market about ten minutes from my home.
the pet allies here are really quite sad. so many animals (fish, turtles, birds, chipmunks, squirrels, mice, hamsters, bunnies, kittens, puppies) are locked up in the tiniest of cages. people just poke and prod these little creatures; the allies are full of their cries and yelps. i knew that walking down this alley would make me depressed, but i was set on coming out with a pet.
but, anyways, that's where i found my little rom. i had looked at twenty-some cages full of little bunnies, but none stood out to me. finally, i saw the only one of a different color. when i asked the seller about the gender, he grabbed the bunny by the head and viciously flipped over his flailing body. i knew that i had found my bunny.
(bunny + cage + food + toys = $10)
once i got him home and settled in, he was terrified of me. when i would reach out to touch him or when i would even walk into the room, he would fall over on his side. i began to tell friends and students about my new pet. almost all of them responded with, 'i had a bunny once, but it died after [insert a short amount of time].' only a couple days in and i was already beginning to doubt my purchase.
but, as time went on, he got better. now, he's friendly, he's curious, he's bursting with energy, and he's potty-trained.
so, that is the story of my rommy.
english name: romulus
chinese name: 小狮子 ('xiǎo shīzi = 'little lion.')
current age: about 3 months
nicknames: rom, rommy, scrom, scromatron, romen noodle, romadan ... and so, so many more.
soli deo gloria.
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