Same.
I’ve eaten bison, which wasn’t on the list; though I don’t know that they’re exotic as they’re native to here.
And you’re inside the car, but you’re probably outside the house.
I think they are purely a domestic animal. At least the pets are. So they depend on the humans to keep (other) predators at bay.
Those are the domesticated ones, there are wild guinea pigs all over South America, in Argentina they are called “Cuises” , they are gray and way smarter than the domestic breed.
They couldn’t be much dumber. 
I was fond of my little herd of guinea pigs, but boy were they dumb.
I’m not surprised to learn there are wild ones that are smarter. Wild turkeys are fairly bright, despite domestic ones being so dumb they can drown in a rain storm.
Yeah I had some (of the domestic breed) about 15 years ago, I still remember the noise they made when they heard the distinctive noise of grocery bags.
My mother was afraid of animals, and grudgingly let us have a cat, and later let my brother get a dog. But she once confided in me that the only pets she really liked were the guinea pigs. They lived in a cage (mostly) so they didn’t scare her, and they begged for food when she peeled vegetables. They were the only pets she actually interacted with, because she’d give them the vegetable peels and it made them deliriously happy.
Same here.
Inside…outside…leave me alone…
Same with me. I’m surprised to hear this sentiment from so many others. My turning point was when I encountered a number of Caribbean squid while snorkeling. They were so obviously intelligent and interested in us. I haven’t had squid (calimari) or octopus since that day. It’s a shame, because they’re pretty tasty.
Plus there’s that great movie about an Octopus. My Octopus Teacher (2020) Recommended to anyone who hasn’t seen it.
Other: out of my brain, on the train.
This debate started because I got some new glasses. I was in the car comparing the transition lenses to the prescription sunglasses and I made some allusion to the fact that “I guess I’ll just wear the regular glasses when I’m inside.”
To which my husband replied, “Are you saying we’re outside right now?”
To which I stubbornly replied, “Yes.”
I’m not sure if we were outside, but it seems self-evident to me that we weren’t inside.
We take the piss out of each other all the time. It’s a cherished part of our relationship.
That’s lovely! (in case it wasn’t clear to some, my post, and one of the polls, are references to a song by The Who)
I had a bison burger on Catalina. But their bison were imported to the island.
I have had Emu but not ostrich
I had rattlesnake once. Tasted like chicken. Not bad, but not nearly enough meat on way too many bones.
I have yet to encounter any form of mammal liver that was not utterly disgusting, but bird-liver pâté is delicious.
For “exercising,” I picked whatever my fitbit picks up as exercise (“zone minutes” or “active minutes” or whatever it’s called). Time spent working out is much, much less.
I am officially working out once a week with a fitness trainer, 60 minutes. How much exercise I get in the rest of the week varies.
It’s not great but better than when I was doing nothing.
I get a whole lot of exercise in my work, and a fair amount in my daily life otherwise. I do almost no exercise for the sake of exercising. Didn’t vote.