hah... yeah, I can understand that. I actually think they're among the best pets I've ever had, but really it's something I did because my son (then age 6) wanted them, and I thought it might be something fun to do together. It was a good learning experience, and the kids had a lot of fun with them, but they've outgrown all of that now. I don't specifically mind them, I'd have kept the pair we had another few years without bother, but I don't think I want to start buying new chicks to start all over at this point.
Funny story, a business trip took me out of town the week I transitioned our first batch of chicks from the incubator to the chicken coop, and I left my wife in charge of making sure they were fed and watered. She wasn't a fan (at first) of getting chickens, but realized she couldn't just abandon them, so she somewhat begrudgingly agreed to make sure they were in good care.
Long story short, she managed to lock herself into the chicken coop one night, with a bunch of upset and squawking chickens who were not at all used to her. Our then-young kids were in the house, and her mother was probably asleep in our guest suite, but no one could hear her yelling and screaming for help from the chicken coop located some distance from ours and any neighboring houses. There was a pull cord that releases the outside door latch, but when I tried to show it to her before leaving, I got the "yeah, yeah, I don't care, I'm in a rush" attitude all you married guys probably know well enough.
She tried breaking out the window, but I had heavy expanded metal fastened over that to prevent predators, so there was no chance. She tried climbing out thru the egg collection hatch, but that was also latched from the outside. She ended up sliding up the chicken door, and scooting her narrow hips out thru that into the run, probably totally covered in chicken sh*t.
She came inside filthy and yelling, and my 6-year old boy said, "mom, why didn't you just pull the cord to release the door latch?"
I had no idea what had happened, just started getting divorce threats and other random insults in the middle of the night, six time zones away. She did have to admit I built one hell of a chicken coop, she calls it the Fort Knox of chickens.