Robert The Bruce

I've decided. The next animal that I buy, adopt, rescue ect... I am either going to name Robert the Bruce or Nigel. Honestly. I've actually had quite a few "Nigels". A couple horny toads, a scorpion, and a frog, I think. They all died. The name seems to be fated to a sticky end. One of the horny toads was stepped on by a fellow backpacker accidentally after leaping from my hand in a heroic effort to escape. But, I'm convinced that the fault usually lies with the animals concerned. Not me. C'mon. They were obviously not fit to bear the name "Nigel". I will find a nobel creature to name Nigel. Then I will challange it to a game of wits. And I can't wait to name something Robert the Bruce. Just to see what happenes. Naming something or someone is powerful. Names intrinsically contain power and mess around heavily with destiny of the recipient. If you name your child Vincent, he or she will tend towards painting. If you name your boy Henry, he will be a steel drivin man. If you name him Che' he will be rebellious. If you name your child Sage Moonblood, Apple, Fifi Trixibelle, or Pilot Inspektor, your child will have alcohol and drug problems. Not that they are hopeless. Perhaps one of these star-screwed children will rise above their silly names and become, perhaps, the next President of these United States. Watching Pilot Inspektor address the United Nations would be tickling. But, I'd still vote for my ferret, Robert the Bruce.