What defines a "Breeder of All Things":
It is not "hoarding", but ramping up production!
It is not "a daily chore", but daily exercise!
It is not "losing a beloved pet", but making room for new stock! (Although, yes, I will be very sad the day Monkey Face dies!)
It is not "a strange form of insanity", but it is a strange form of insanity.
And it's what makes me A Breeder of All Things!
(P.S. I would try taking Roger the Gay Idolo out and removing him to a different room for a few days to a week. Maybe being in "isolation" for awhile will make him change his 'tude! ...okay, actually the theory is that he might be desensitized to the scent of the fertile females, being in such close proximity all the time. Just a thought you might try!)