By Darcy Pennoyer Smith If I had a dollar for every pet my mother brought home without consulting my father, I’d probably have about thirty bucks. We are a very inclusive family, and our non-human residents were canines, felines, reptiles, amphibians, rodents, fish – a menagerie which spanned twenty-two years at 4 Parade Hill Road. It was common to open our refrigerator and, next to the cold cuts, see a clear plastic bag containing live crickets to feed somebody’s Green An