Then one day, something miraculous happened, which probably saved my parents' sanity: I found the internet. I even "rescued" a nest containing hundreds of caterpillars because I thought they were stuck in a spider web. Of course there were a slew of short-lived fish and frogs. Here's a quick list of the menagerie I convinced my poor parents we needed: four dogs, five cats, three hamsters. Then, as I got older, I grew bolder, politely asking (okay, obnoxiously begging) my parents for any and every living, breathing animal I could fathom. When I was really young, I frequently converted our second-floor stairway to a hospital for stuffed animals. Most often, this search for amusement resulted in something animal-related. I was often left to my own devices for entertainment. I grew up as an only child, one whose parents were older.
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