In high school, I cared for the snakes and raptors like my great horned owl. I was cleaning mouse cages one day and one of the baby mice jumped into the hoodie of my sweatshirt and didn’t come out until I was chatting with my English teacherRats scare the caca outta me.
She wasted zero time giving me a pass to return him to his cage!!!!!
I still have my glove. I never went through the process to get my own permit. But if I knew then what I know now, I would’ve raised quail to feed them.
