It was a mistake, I later admitted. I like to think I’m not the kind of person who buys rodents out of spite. I had been left with the kids for the weekend while my partner partied in Kazakhstan. I was swept up by the sounds and tastes of the Italian market, drunk on my successful use of a few words in a new language. The children’s eager little faces canceled out my logical reasoning — they expected me to say no and I was tired of doing the expected, so I surprised all of us and said yes. …
Liz is a writer based in Switzerland. She lives with her family, a cat and a dog, and thankfully no hamsters.