. . . i HATE reptiles

We farm salamanders in our basement window. It's a pretty good gig. I never feed or care for them and they always come out when I water. SICK. I can't even stand to look at them. One day the boys were quiet so I went to check on them. Trey was picking them up and putting them in the bucket. 5 of them. YUCK!

I told them they could play with them. My hope was that they would forget about them, then they would dry up and die and I could put my salamander raising in the history books.
How is it that they so easily forget everything when REMINDED but as soon as I pray for them to FORGET to take care of the slimy, transparent mutants (and I honestly prayed) . . . they remember!! Augghh!
We are still salamander farmers.