Holly2003 wrote: I like them with fried onions.
As long as you shave them first. That fur can really get caught in your throat and you can't just get it out with water. You need at least a soda.
Holly is really flying his carnivore flag this week! I'm concerned he may be posting from a vegan hostage situation or something. We're here for you Holly. If you need secret help just use the code words "delicious hedgehog" and we'll send somebody 'round.
GratefulFan wrote: Holly is really flying his carnivore flag this week! I'm concerned he may be posting from a vegan hostage situation or something. We're here for you Holly. If you need secret help just use the code words "delicious hedgehog" and we'll send somebody 'round.
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It's one of my ambitions to hunt, kill and eat a werewolf. Brian would say I'm crazy, but that's just another thing we've agreed to differ on.
No, I don't like hamsters. They are one of the few pets that are unsociable and don't like being played with. They can be quite nippy. They are expert at escaping . They are extremely active and need a very large cage with lots of things to do, like climbing, digging etc.
And you need an awful lot of them for a decent stew.
(I wouldn't like anybody to get the idea i've got no sense of humour.)
I don't know about hampsters, but I once owned a guinea pig and his name was Charlie. Incidentally, he was killed by a nieghbour's dog the same day my family brought him home.
Amazon wrote: I don't know about hampsters, but I once owned a guinea pig and his name was Charlie. Incidentally, he was killed by a nieghbour's dog the same day my family brought him home.
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We also had a guinea pig. His name was Tom, and sadly, he died. Eventually, we noticed (guinea pigs don't do too much ;) ). We wrapped him up in a cloth and a bag and tucked him in a fancy box and then in another bag and put him aside in the big garbage box outside to bury with proper pomp and ceremony in the spring when the ground and air was no longer frozen. One day my mother was visiting and not knowing that was Tom in the cloth in the bag in the box in the bag she threw him out with the trash on garbage night. My son was traumatized for years, and *still* brings it up sometimes.
Sorry about Charlie. :)
Honestly, I don't think people should own hamsters. There seems to be some kind of stereotype about people who insert them into their rectums.
It's better to own a rat. The worst you'll be accused of is that you're some kind of loner - but that's infinitely preferable to being a felcher.