Carried this over from another board - I'm interested in seeing what everybody has to post...I used to work at Petco.
Mind you, this was the filthiest, most decrepit Petco of them all: housed in a beach side shack, crippled from salted moisture rust, infested with the lords of the animal kingdom that had declared liberation during my tenure there. A sort of surreal, vile Jumangi ensued.
My Petco was one of the only ones that sold crickets. Crickets come in a massive box, filled with egg crate. It is in this manufactured hive that these infectious creatures rankle and brood. Imagine the smell of mold spores and musty filth, heated to a temperature of 115 degrees. That was what this cardboard hell smelled like. Of course, when opened, about 100,000 crickets would detonate through the top, declaring freedom.
The transfer method invented by my boss - a sickly freak of pale, pencilneck stature - was beyond foolhardy. One would think that the unhealthy obsession with Star Trek would prompt him to concoct some sort of bizarre contraption for moving the crickets from box to cage, but he was too busy tending to his scabies to ever get that far. I would have to take one of these egg crates and whack it on to the base of the cage. Some crickets would die in the process. Others would hippity hop away, joining their comrades in establishing a fortified position in our walls and food.
Did you know that if you scream at a Guinea Pig with a bullhorn, it will die?
I have more stories if anyone is interested.
