Granted. You are now the most popular person in the history of the world. This is not without its issues, however. Now everyone stalks you everywhere you go, hoping to become your friend. After a while, you have accumulated enough friends that you have a constant stream of them following you. The crowd eventually grows to the size of Rhode Island, and all infrastructure collapses everywhere you go. Eventually, you accidentally feed one of them by tossing a bread crust from your sandwich over your shoulder, and they go into a frenzy. You are trampled in the chaos.
I wish for a pet fox (they are adorable!)