We have guns. DH likes guns and has his own small collection. He is well trained (shot at expert marksman rating before deploying) and experienced in using it so I have no concerns about him having them here, although I would feel differently if he were irresponsible about them. He does keep his handgun loaded and next to the bed, but I take that very seriously. I actually told my friend once I didn't want to invite her over with her children because we had guns out in the house and it wasn't childproofed adequately for her inquisitive two-year-old. I don't know if she thought that was a lame excuse not to have her over or not, but she didn't question me and I wouldn't have felt safe with him there. Obviously things will change when we have our own kids but for now that's the way it is. DH wants me to learn to shoot the handgun, which is not something I am particularly interested in, but when he was gone for a year and I had various unsafe experiences, I wished I did know how to use the gun.
My dad had a gun when I was growing up, which I never realized until I was around 8 or so. He always had it, but I never saw it at all during my childhood. He was a farm kid and grew up hunting. My brother had a gun as a teenager, and though he doesn't hunt, he does like guns and has one or two as collector's items. He is the most non-violent person I can think of, too.
I guess I don't think of guns as "bad" - I think of them as tools. They can be used for good or bad purposes, just like knives or poison or anything else. I read the Little House books a lot when I was growing up, and I remember how much they talk about guns. Certainly Pa's gun in those stories was their lifeline and they couldn't have survived in the middle of nowhere without it.
I haven't posted in here for a while! And when I do, it's with three paragraphs about guns! Sorry.
I meant to share a tick story. Last week DH called to me that he had found a tick on Nero and asked how to get it off. I was a little shocked, because although I remember having ticks fairly often growing up in NY, I haven't seen a tick since we moved here. I actually asked him if we even had ticks, and he told me "Of course we do." So DH went running off to the drug store for a new set of tweezers and some rubbing alcohol to remove the tick, then asked me to help hold Nero's head. N squealed and pulled away and just couldn't get it off. He asked me to look at it, and asked, "Isn't that a tick?" It certainly looked like it. After several unsuccessful attempts, DH gave up and scheduled a vet appointment for the next day. Turned out it wasn't a tick at all, but a benign cancerous growth. Poor Nero! And DH tried to take it off with tweezers - youch! The appointment wasn't a complete bust, though, because he turned out to have an ear infection and went home with antibiotics. He's a little more active since, too, and we had just put some of that down to old age so all in all I'm glad he went.
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