February 9, 2011
Earlier this week, one of my daughters' classmates brought her pet chinchilla to school for show-and-tell.
Since then, everything out of my daughter's mouth has had the word "chinchilla" in it.
"I want one really bad," she told me at dinner the other night.
I am an expert on lots of things (namely marine otters and, now, since it's Black History Month, Oprah Winfrey and Harriet Tubman) but my knowledge of crepuscular rodents is embarrassingly limited.
"It's a cross between a mouse, a rat, and a rabbit," my daughter informed me gleefully.
"My three favorite things," I replied.
Last night, my husband handed her a mouse trap. "If you can catch one," he told her. "You can keep it."
Right now, the trap is set on our back porch. I told her she might have better luck if she stuck it in our attic.