Mother of the gods.

No, I certainly don't apologise for waking anyone up last night. (And no, Kitty, I still will not apologise to your dragon.)

May I explain something to the population at large? I know this is a difficult life lesson, not getting killed by magical or mythical things, but I have become quite good at it, so please allow me to impart some wisdom in the hopes that the mass insanity will perhaps pass someday soon.

Sensible people don't bring monsters home. Sensible people do not keep monsters as pets. Sensible people kill monsters. It has worked this way for many centuries. You know how your parents ostensibly told you never to accept things from strangers, or would have if they hadn't been such crap parents anyway? This was because those things might hatch into unspeakable horrors and eat your intestines for breakfast before killing everyone you know and engulfing the world in everlasting darkness.

But no, I forgot, it's a cute baby monster. That makes everything all right.