Coffee Table Declarations
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
The fish cannibalism has to stop.
I haven't written about my office fish friends in a while, and I've gotten inquiries about their wellbeing. My poor little sick tomato clown was taken away by the fish man (i.e., the man who cleans and maintains our tank and has a deep vested interest in the health and happiness of each fish) and has not returned although the man claims that my friend is still hanging in there. I miss him (the fish, not the fish man).
Last week the fish man brought two new clown fish, a new tomato clown and a black percula clown . Suddenly I sound like an ichthyologist. Or maybe I was just waiting for an excuse to throw the word "ichthyologist" in here.
On Friday, the percula clown was missing. I thought perhaps he was just hiding. However, when I came in yesterday, he was still nowhere to be found. I'm a little concerned. You see, I've seen this happen before. Sometimes a fish dies and then the other fishes eat him. Little sickos.
I haven't written about my office fish friends in a while, and I've gotten inquiries about their wellbeing. My poor little sick tomato clown was taken away by the fish man (i.e., the man who cleans and maintains our tank and has a deep vested interest in the health and happiness of each fish) and has not returned although the man claims that my friend is still hanging in there. I miss him (the fish, not the fish man).
Last week the fish man brought two new clown fish, a new tomato clown and a black percula clown . Suddenly I sound like an ichthyologist. Or maybe I was just waiting for an excuse to throw the word "ichthyologist" in here.
On Friday, the percula clown was missing. I thought perhaps he was just hiding. However, when I came in yesterday, he was still nowhere to be found. I'm a little concerned. You see, I've seen this happen before. Sometimes a fish dies and then the other fishes eat him. Little sickos.
