Pygmy Marmoset

My littlest punk asked me today if she can have a Pygmy Marmoset. I replied, “What the heck is a Pygmy Marmoset?” because really, coming from a three year old the words Pygmy Marmoset do not actually sound like they should. Its hard enough to decipher words like peanut butter and library. Pygmy Marmoset is taking things to the extreme. And where the heck did she even learn about Pygmy Marmosets?

I will tell you where…. Diego.  As in Go, Diego, Go. As in a cartoon. My kid learned more from a dang cartoon than from all the books I have been reading to her. None of them contain any information about a Pygmy Marmoset. No wonder I am clueless. I will not be topped by a cartoon!!! So hang on while I tell you exactly what a Pygmy Marmoset is…

This is a baby Pygmy Marmoset. I just want to snuggle him!

The Pygmy Marmoset is the world's smallest monkey, head and body length varies from 117-152 mm and its tail length varies from 172-229 mm, or about 13 inches on average. The adult weight is only 85-140 grams or approximately four ounces on average!

The Pygmy Marmoset is one of the cutest primates on this planet, they are no bigger than a soda can.  The Pygmy Marmoset usually has a tawny coat, and a ringed tail that is as long as its body.

Pygmy Marmosets usually have a lifespan of about 6-9 years in captitivity, although a lifespan of 15 years has been recored before. Not much is known about native lifespan of Pygmy Marmosets.

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And I will confess something to you. I am getting really good at disclosure on this site. Because my hubby is in the Army we spend lots of time apart. He goes to “the field” for weeks on end or deploys or sent to different schools- whatever the reason, he is gone a lot. And every time he is gone I start thinking that I need another animal. Or a baby. But mostly another animal.

At one point I had three dogs, fish, and three lizards. And I was pregnant. Yeah, he was gone for a year. It did me in, I couldn’t help myself.

Well, I haven’t seen him since May. Its been a long time since May. I have started thinking again. Thinking it might be time for another animal. Not another baby. Animal.

And my youngest punk has given me an idea. I need a baby Pygmy Marmoset. I need one. My arms ache to hold it, and squeeze it, and call him George.

Now I just need to break the news to Charley…