a pair of guinea pigs.
My mother-in-law gave me two little girl guineas for Christmas. Without asking first to see if I wanted them. And it's past the time limit during which they could be returned to the store.
I love guineas, don't get me wrong. I had my little Colin for years and loved him dearly. And these two little girls (Artemis and Athena, at least for now) are very sweet and pretty and make cute little tribble-purr noises.
But I didn't want guineas right now. They're messy and they take a lot of time and they're expensive to take care of properly. I don't have time. I don't have money.
I can't even bring myself to look at them. My kitchen table is now a place of dread. And I'm going to wake up in the morning, and they'll still be there, and we'll have to try to figure out what to do with them.
Who the bloody hell gives someone a pet without ASKING first?