I inherited birds from my mother, a pair of conures… they screamed so much. I hated them. (I’m prone to headaches so they weren’t a good fit for me anyway).
I ended up giving them to a rescue after spending about 5 years working with them, trying to get them friendlier, see if there was any way I could deal with them for the next 30 years… ultimately I had to remind myself that I didn’t buy them. I didn’t make that commitment. So I was doing the best for them by giving them to someone more prepared to handle them.
But I did order a year worth of monthly-release trichogramma wasps for the rescue. They are sand-grain-size parasitic wasps that lay their eggs in moth eggs and this clear moth infestations, something almost everyone with birds has. They probably didn’t need to release them every month, because they are extremely effective, but that’s an issue that’s easier to fix with numbers.






























People have said this to me many times over the years. I assume because I’m female, and thus it’s my “job”.
My resulting conclusion is people are fucking stupid and don’t know what they are talking about.
See, I don’t like kids. I don’t like being around them, I don’t like hearing them, I don’t like trying to communicate something to them, and I just hate that they never stop making noise. I’m also wildly irresponsible, a terrible housekeep, too lazy to eat proper meals, have attachment issues and bonding issues from my own shitty neglectful childhood, and just all around exactly the sort of person you wouldn’t want raising kids. Not a nurturing bone in my body.
I got my tubes tied in my 20s and I’ve still been on hormones, to avoid as much chance as possible. I don’t want to ruin another life. I won’t even take baby animals anymore because I tend to give them issues. I only want adults with fully-formed personalities (animals and humans alike).
So they say “it’s such a shame you don’t have kids, you’d be a great mother” and are met with a simple “you wouldn’t say that if you knew me better…”