I own red eared slider turtles, while not exactly exotic it’s funny that the three things they are known for by owners are things normal folks would not expect.
- Turtles are escape artists. Because they need so much water to swim in and need basking areas, you’ll generally want to fill your tank up as high as you can, and then have a basking platform up there. They will use those and filters to try to escape. They may succeed. There are a ton of questions/guides online to address this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHbV5nsDCb8&ab_channel=TheTurtleGirl
- They are destructive. You will want to have a filter for them, and they will attack the filter with the fury of a bored creature attacking the thing making a noise. Many filters will fall to their wrath. If you google it you’ll find ton of stories of turtles destroying filters/water heaters. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnD3cKuFOa0&ab_channel=HMoore
- They smell. How can such a small creature smell so powerfully? Magic.
Any other pet owners have secrets about their type of pet?
Cute!
Sadly, they only live about 2.5 to 3 years.
To some this is an advantage, if you are not ready to commit to 15-20 years for a dog or cat.
Rats carry all the personality of dogs and cats. In theory, you get a pet that you’ll enjoy for 2-3 years. In practice, you’ll be devastated after your intelligent best friends start dying one by one. Most people cope by buying rats constantly.
I had a roommate who did this. It felt like we barely had time to get to know them before they got tumors or had heart attacks. I lived with her for 3 and a half years… which was basically 2 and a half generations of them.
Yes, they really are the heartbreak pet. My best friend had some for most of her adulthood, and the recurring heartbreak, feelings of responsibility for them and also just vet bills both took a toll on her. All of them were awesome, intelligent, full of character and cute, but it is an emotionally taxing pet to have, for those reasons.
Yeah, we’re in a position now where we’ve got the last of our five ratty boys living on his own as a cranky old bachelor because we don’t want to get any more, but he’s too old to rehome. I do feel bad that he’s in there on his own, but I keep him topped up with Cheerios and bits of cucumber, and he seems happy enough.
But yeah, all four of the lost rats so far have made me cry like a baby. Number four, Feegle, had to be put to sleep a few months ago, and the nurse at the vet asked if I wanted to wait in a private room for my appointment because I was dribbling and snorting while Feegle was looking up at me from inside my hoody.
I can’t keep doing that to myself, so Mr Wilbur is spending his twilight months in peaceful solitude.
