I grew up in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s near Chicago, catching just about anything that would swim, crawl or hop. When I caught something, I would bring it home and put it in one of several tanks in my parents’ townhome. When I ran out of tanks, I found a baby pool that somebody was throwing out, and my best buddy and I decided to ride it home on my banana seat bicycle. I peddled with my buddy holding the pool as he sat on the handlebars. I had several turtles and bullfrogs at this point, and the …