Buy strange animals, put them in the living room and then deny knowing about how they got there when questioned by my roommates

I’m moving out of my place on August 1st after living with my roommates for about a year and a half. While part of me wants to subject them to random appearances by strange animals simply because they get on my nerves and I’d like to spite them, the other part of me wants to do this because underneath all the pettiness, they’re good friends of mine and they’d get a kick out of it. My question is… how strange is strange? A small flock of quail perhaps? A jackelope? I haven’t decided yet… Maybe a large pile of pet rocks.

Ha ha, people get very confused about Giant African Land snails just appearing in their house, oh, and tiny frogs too. They’re so cute. I’m putting them in the pond as soon as they lose their tails.

in our barracks room in the C huts in Bondsteel. And I didn’t buy the animals, I found them. I placed the specimens of freshly dead birds and amphibians in the freezer, in plastic baggies, for later study.

Not all of my buddies were as understanding as I would have hoped.

This goes along with my favorite practice in the surreal. The wild and crazy party house that I lived in during my college years had a lava lamp that I had put a baby doll’s head on. When the lava would get going it was the strangest item ever imagined. No matter who visited and made a comment all of us roomates were programmed to respond with, “What babyhead?” as if the person asking was obviosly mentally unstable.

Or anyother soft animal with a foul scent.