As for your four sons, I could be one of them. I grew up in the country with wild lizards, polliwogs, frogs, catfish, and snakes as pets, at one time or another.
Looking back at it now, my poor mom must have been a saint! Ha ha!
One of my boys found a dead squirrel and tried to blow it up with firecrackers...caught him just in time. They had so many holes in their walls from darts, I just papered the walls with burlap....solved the ugly problem. If you cannot beat them, join um....
LOL sounds like you were a typical boy. God bless you and your saintly mother. :O)