Let’s Talk Pets – Written by Hannah

This weeks, ‘ Let’s Talk Pet’s ‘ was written by Hannah, a amazing blogger who blogs about books, travel, her experiences among other things. If you’d like to check out her blog then CLICK HERE to be directed to PagesPlacesandPlates home blog page.

So let’s get into it!

What pet do you have?….A Millipede!?


When I tell people that I have a pet they usually jump straight to thinking I have a dog, cat, or some sort of rodent. The reactions I get when I reveal what she is are often varied… Sometimes curiosity, other times a confused look, and occasionally a look of disgust! I absolutely love Chongololo though… my wonderful Giant African Millipede.

I haven’t always loved millipedes – in fact, I used to be quite scared of them before I’d interacted with them properly. Living in England they’re not something you really come across… We have centipedes, but they’re tiny and bitey and so fast that they can freak you out a bit. My uneducated younger self made the assumption that a millipede was a bigger, leggier, faster version of that, when in fact I was very wrong.

Giant African Millipedes appear black at first glance, but they’re actually quite colourful.

If you know me then you’ll understand that I strive to love and appreciate every being, whatever species it is. I have a fascination with invertebrates and when I have a fear of an animal I do my best to overcome it. I’d never hurt an animal unless it was either about to injure me badly (or for some reason it was the only food source available but I’m hoping that situation won’t occur!).

The start of my fear removal of millipedes happened purely by chance, as I attended a bug handling show in Colchester with my grandmother when I was much younger. She was around 76 at the time and despite being petrified of tarantulas volunteered to hold one, describing it as “quite soft and nice, really.” Once I saw the unnerving millipedes getting ready to be handled I knew I had no excuse not to interact with them. I plucked up the courage and let the keeper place one on my hands… And I was quite surprised.

Giant African Millipedes are the biggest species of millipede in the world, growing up to 38.5cm, and are really quite docile (unless you attack them, in which case they’ll spray you with a light acid, but it takes a lot of provoking for that to happen). They walk slowly, their myriad of legs flowing in tandem like a Mexican wave, and they’re really quite timid. They can’t bite as they have no teeth – they have to dissolve their food before they can eat it. I likened the millipede crawling over my hands as similar to the feeling of Velcro, and it instantly made me relax.

Fast forward 12 or so years to 2017 and I find myself in Kenya, a stunning African country teeming with wildlife. I’m in awe as I realise that millipedes are everywhere! Not just Giant Africans, either… smaller, stripy ones can be witnessed within the foliage along with larger, red-legged ones – everywhere I looked I would see them. I became fascinated, watching them slowly inch across the ground exploring their surroundings. When the camp leaders weren’t looking I’d let them crawl onto my hands, feeling their pointy feet grip onto my skin. As weird as it sounds, I quite fell in love with them.

When I got back home I knew I had to have more interaction with these creatures, so I made the decision to throw myself into the exotic pet world and purchase one. We got her as an early Christmas present… She arrived curled up in a plastic pot from Pembrokeshire, complete with a heat mat and some symbiotic mites. My friend, owner of various exotic creatures, helped me get her set up, and I quickly settled into being something of an invert Mum.

Chongololo (which is Swahili slang for Giant African Millipede) is by far the most fascinating creature I’ve ever owned. She’s not cuddly and she doesn’t love me like a dog might, but I’ve learnt so much about her kind just from being able to observe her. She’s almost completely blind, relying on her sense of smell and her antennae to understand the world, and she gravitates towards dark spaces for protection – when I’m taking photos of her she’ll often headbutt my phone thinking it’s a cave! She eats overripe fruit and veg but also loves hardwood leaves, so I go out every so often to collect them from my town (you can imagine the looks from the locals). Sometimes you’ll hear this tiny crunching noise and it’ll be her feet traversing over the leaf debris.

Despite her lack of sentience, she’s also got a fair bit of character… I’ve had to rescue her before as she got her head stuck in a tomato skin! She can be incredibly shy, making me wonder why I feared them in the first place – any interaction will at first cause her to curl into a tight swirl, protecting herself from danger. She’ll relax after a while and will freely explore, though sometimes she’ll refuse to unfurl until I place her back in her coconut hut, which is a personality trait I completely identify with.

Chongololo may be a bit different but I love having her as a pet, and hopefully I’ll have her for a few more years (Giant Africans tend to live for around 5-7 years on average). If you’ve never considered an exotic pet before but find yourself intrigued then they’re a really great option – a different kind of rewarding, but a fascinating creature to observe. And if you’re currently fearful of them, I urge you to have a go at interacting with one… Once you see first-hand how timid they are you might just feel okay about them.

My Willow Heart

Today’s story is written by the amazing Chloe. Here’s a little about her and her cat Willow before we get stuck into her pet story.

My name is Chloe and I run a blog about mental health, eating disorder recovery and wellness. I’m from the north of Ireland and have been blogging over on Nyxie’x Nook for just under 3 months now. I love all animals but my my cat wins, hands down! Animals are such therapy, and love us far more than people ever could. Everyone says that their pet is perfect, the joy in that being that no one is wrong.

Will is a long haired tortoise shell cat that my partner and I adopted in September 2018. We’re not sure of her age or origins, we’re guessing she’s between 5-7 years old, and all we know is that she spent 4 years in the shelter.

She’s a lazy cat as far as cats go. We’ve tried playing with her with numerous toys but she prefers to sleep or watch birds that actually do much moving. Jackson Galaxy once said that every cat plays, you just need to find what they love, well Willow loves to sleep! And there’s just no way we’re changing that.

My partner and I had wanted a pet for some time after purchasing our first home in May 2019. A dog was too much work and honestly I wouldn’t be able to give a dog the attention they need. I would feel bad that he or she would be inside all day and if outside additional fencing would have been needed.

We took drive up to the local animal shelter on the 8th of September 2018 (my birthday), and had a look at what they had to offer.

We never intended to find a pet that day. It had been a bad day and I just wanted to see animals to help me calm down. We stepped into the cattery side of the shelter and almost immediately willow was pawing at the window on her door.

We stepped into the room (to this day we aren’t sure if we were meant to, but oh well) and Willow was rubbing herself around our ankles and sniffing our faces. When her room mate (Pixie) came over for a cuddle she quickly shooed her away with the swipe of her paw. We knew then and there that she was ours. My partner went and spoke to the coordinator of the shelter later that week, we had a quick home visit and on the 18th of September, Willow came to her forever home!

Now Willow is very much the queen of the house. She not only buts us awake at 6am (or earlier) every morning for food, but she also takes great pleasure in leading us downstairs or into the kitchen all day, everyday.

I was never really a cat person, although I admired them from afar, but since bringing Willow home I have become a full blown cat lady, in love with all the furry felines of the world.

Willow has her very own segment every Wednesday on Chloe’s Facebook Page, Twitter and Instagram! If you’d like to follow Chloe on twitter click on her username ‘ @nyxiesnook and you’ll be directed to her twitter account!

*I just want to remind people that they should go to a shelter instead of buying because there are so many cats and dogs that need homes!


^ Chloe also wanted me to add a little message, which I personally back up 100%.

If you have or have had a pet and would like to share your story then please email me your story with a few pictures of your pet/s (and you if you wish) to: littletinkable@gmail.com

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I wish you all a terrific Friday and a relaxing weekend!

Foe under cover – when friends turn

Freshman Year of High School

 My name is Karalee, and I am 25 years old. I am from Texas, but I currently live in Denmark. I have a three-year-old daughter, and my blog Tales of Belle focuses on beauty, books, and lifestyle.

    At the start of my freshman year of high school, I ate lunch with a group of friends who I have known since junior high. We were in the same class during the lunch break therefore it made sense to eat lunch together. However, things quickly changed. Every day during lunch, my friends would tell me I am fat and make fun of me while I was eating my lunch. I tried to laugh it off because how could my friends be so mean to me? As the days went on, my friends continued to bring my self-esteem down,

I ended up feeling horrible about myself, but I tried to stick around hoping that my friends would go back to the way they used to be. They did not.

   One day I decided I had enough of my friends bringing me down.

I realised that if they were my real friends, they would not constantly call me fat.

During that lunch break, instead of sitting with my normal friends, I went up to another one of my friends in my class and asked him if I could eat lunch with him. He did not mind, and for the first time since starting high school I felt accepted.

Instead of him making fun of me, we talked about normal friend things.

For the rest of the school year, I ate lunch with him instead of my “fake friends”.

   However, things did not stop there. My ex-friends noticed I was no longer eating lunch with them, and when they would try to talk to me, I ignored them because I decided for my self-esteem it would be best to not socialise with people who constantly brought me down. Shortly after I had started eating lunch with my guy friend, my ex-friends started a rumour about me. They decided to tell our mutual friends that I was pregnant and my guy friend was the father.

I was in shock. Not only did my ex-friends bring my self-esteem down to rock bottom, but they started a rumour that was the furthest from the truth.

I was a virgin at the time and me and my guy friend were just friends. Luckily, our mutual friends realised the truth, and the rumour died quickly.

   Even though I went through a horrible experience in high school, I was able to realise who my real friends were, and I remained friends with them for the rest of high school while I distanced myself from ex-friends. Without my real friends including my guy friend who I ate lunch with during my freshman year, I would probably have a difficult time moving on from the experience of being bullied. It did take me the rest of high school to feel confident in myself again,

but my friends were constantly there to bring me up, and by the time I started college I could finally say I love myself.

Kids really can be horrible one another at times, especially when jealous hits them. I think this experience can who others just how deceiving people can be and I have met first hand some people who may have came across as lovely or nice and then turned out the be more than the exact opposite.

I’m so glad that you’re guy friend could help through such a difficult time, even while he was thrown into their silly little games, some people cower from that sort of thing and when a person can stand tall for both you through it… I think it’s safe to say that’s a true friend right there. I also think its wonderful that you had friends that didn’t scum to your ex-friends silly ways.

You’re experience and the way you handle it reminds me of quote about strength and courage;

A truly strong person does not need the approval of other’s anymore than a lion needs the approval of sheep.

Vernon Howard

Because it takes a lot of strength and courage to estrange yourself from people you once thought of as friends and to stick your ground when they get so cruel, you should be proud of the girl you was back then as she has helped you transform into the woman you are today.

Click here, if you would like to check out Karalee’s beautiful blog @Talesofbelle and read her latest blog post, ‘The Haunting Of Hill House Book Review.’

I would like to thank Karalee and everyone else who has so far taken part in the ‘My Bully Experience.’ If you would like to get involved or take part in some way (you can be completely anonymous in sharing your story if you aren’t comfortable with sharing who you are while sharing these experiences) You can send me an email with a short Bio (or not) any links to blogs/pages/social media’s , any pictures and of course you’re experience with either online/real life bulling, trolling or stalking.

If you’d like to read more ‘my bully experience’ stories then you ‘ click here ‘ and read the other brave yet inspiring stories written by amazing people who have overcome such terrible treatment off other’s.