My father had one of these creatures when I was a kid. It attacked me and I fought back. My dad took “pretty bird’s” side and beat the crap out of me.
Soon after that attack he tried it again. I was standing in an open door... BY BY birdie.
I am sure sorry if I was the root cause of this infestation, but I was only 10 at the time. 55 years ago..
Bunch of small green velociraptors from pet shops. I kind of enjoyed mine though. I felt like a pirate with him on my shoulder. He made a lot of hissing, clucking sounds that I know were some version of, "Avast ye swabs, look out for me, cuz I'll bite yer good an laugh. I'll bite the ear off this swab what carries me if he so much as looks at me. Arrgh."