animals

Growing up, my exboyfriend used to believe that cats and dogs were of the same species and the cat was the female and the dog was the male. Hense, there could be no male cats and visa versa. Well, it wasnt untill he hit the age of 14 that he learned he was wrong... he say two dogs humping and asked his dad if his dogs were gay!!! I guess some kids are slower than others... :0)

I used to believe that dogs were male and cats were female, rabbits were male and squirrels were female, snakes were maaale and spiders were female, etc. I had all the animals paired up is similar fashion -- horses & cows, frogs & toads, etc.

my ex mrs and i were working on a property outside of brisbane australia and the owners dogs came up to see what we were doing ... the owner told the dogs to get back in their kennels ... in english but with a heavy german accent ... my ex laughed and said see ... english commands ... i told her yes but he whistles to them in german .... to this day she still believes

In order to put us to sleep in the afternoons my mom used to tell me not to go out, coz the eagle is gonna lay a big egg on my head....we used to wait till evenings to go out and play..but still i used to watch out for the eagles..hahaha

when i was 8 or 9 ... 1972 .. new to australia from uk . was told that the huge hairy SCARY lookin huntsman spider(harmless to humans) transmitted a signal by esp ... it registers on the human brain as a scream ... i am now nearing 40 ... you know what ... im still terrified .... i still hear the scream

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did you know that if you hold a guineapig up by it`s tail it`s eyeballs fall out ... takes a long while before you realise a guineapig doesnt have a tail ... i was 14 when told and 16 when i actually looked

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coming to a new country as an 8 yr old has strange consequences ... hoop snakes ... i was told these animals were so aggressive they would hold their tail in their mouth and roll along chasing you so they could bite

when i was 18 my wondeful mates told me all about drop bears .. i spent 400 kilometers on the back of a motorbike being " drop bear spotter" for the driver ... they did not tell me the truth for 3 months .... there are actually 2 sites for drop bears which i use today to help me convince peole of the existence of the mysterios drop bear .. 1/2 wombat 1/2 koala with huge sharp fangs and claws ....

My Dad used to tell about sidehill gougers, a moose looking elk with legs shorter on one side than the other, the better to go around hills. If they went in the valley they would fall over and die. They lived on the hills of SE Ohio. Courting sidehill gougers would burrow under the hills with corkscrews that grew on their noses at puberty (like antlers), and they could walk on the round sides of the tunnels, and pop up on an unrelated hill. There were clockwise and counterclockwise gougers, and they could not intermarry, or 75%their kids would have cross dominant legs, short and long on the same side, and be unable to walk and survive. I was very, very disapointed to find this was not true. I am glad to see others had the same story told to them in their childhoods.

I also thought cows were girl horses, and cats were girl dogs, that all horses and dogs were boys, and that chipmunks thought they owned your house and were hitting you up for rent when they chattered at you.

I once believed that fossils were everywhere. After reading about fossils at school, I went home, found a hammer, and started breaking every piece of rock and chipped cement, looking for a dinosaur bone

i used to believe that all dogs were males and all cats were females...their litters would be a mix of the two. i was probably 12 or so before this no longer seemed strange. crazy huh?

I was raised in the city so growing up was not exposed to many animals. When I was 6 on a cross-country trip to visit relatives with my family. My father pointed out some cows and said "Look how fat those horses are!" I believed him and continued to think cows were just fat horses for a very long time.

When I was small, I thought there were 3 types of plug. The electrical kind, the ones in the sink or bath, and the slimy kind that crawl along the ground. My family found this amusing and perpetuated my belief - never referring to them with their proper name "slug".
I can still remember how mortified I was when I discovered the truth at an embarassingly mature age, having made an idiot of myself in front of my schoolfriends!

When I was small (6 or 7 I believe), my mother bought me an easter chick at the market. An easter chick is a live baby chicken that had been dyed in one of several pastel colors and sold in the days leading up to easter (I grew up in the country in Puerto Rico).

Anyhow, the chicken was my only pet when I was growing up. I grew extremely attached to the chicken and proudly ate the egg she laid every night for breakfast the next day. I had her for a long time in the backyard until one day she ran away!

It was not until I was 30 (a couple of years ago) that it occured to me that the chicken soup we had that same day may not have come from the supermarket!

When my daughter was very small, she used to be afraid of spiders. One night when I was putting her to bed, she complained that she couldn't go to sleep because there might be spiders in her bedroom. To reassure her, I said, "There are no spiders in here."
"NOSE SPIDERS?" she cried, leaping up and looking terrified. It took a while to subdue her fears after she imagined an eight-legged creature that would climb up her nose while she slept.

I used to believe that we had invisible giraffes in our house. Whenever my mother said, "There's a draft in here," I used to think that she was saying "giraffe." I'd look and look and couldn't see a giraffe. The idea of something that large wandering around the house without me being able to see it was quite frightening.

I used to think that you were supposed to pat dogs and stroke cats, and that there was something unnatural or wrong about stroking a dog or patting a cat. It just didn't feel right.

Now, however, I own a weird cat who seems to like being vigorously thumped.

I used to tell my lads, when they were younger, that 'cats eyes' were in fact cats set into the road to aid drivers. These cats were mounted on springs that retracted when you ran over them. They still believe me!