Several years ago, one of my (then) high school teachers bought his daughters two chicks. After a week, they weren't so cute and fluffy, were starting to poop a lot, and his girls didn't want anything to do with them anymore. So he hunted me down in the halls, because of my reputation for being the crazy chicken lady, and I acquired both of them. I was happy because I got two new chicks, but I kinda lost some respect for him for not thinking the whole thing through.