When I was in high school, I worked at a Ben Franklin, where I tirelessly stocked shelves with Suave shampoo, white sports socks and endless boxes of glue sticks, and basically tried to avoid being wrangled into gift-wrapping purchases, cutting fabric, or helping customers obtain a new pet. We actually had a decent pet selection for a dime store in a town with 2,000 people, offering plenty of fish, gerbils, hamsters and birds.
So: the birds. Whenever someone wanted one, I made them get it out of the cage themselves (which was against the rules, but HELL if I was going to do it). The birds were just tiny parakeets, but their skittery fluttering and herky-jerky head movements creeped me out, so I avoided touching them at all costs.
I’m not afraid of birds (unlike my grandmother, who was deathly afraid of them, but being locked in a closet with one as a kid will do that to you, right?) but I don’t know if I could hold one in my hand, you know?
Do any of you have birds?