My last fish died, just a couple of days after Franny tore her ACL. It was like the start of a really pitiful country song. I don’t miss the fish so much as I miss the gurgling, splashing sound from the filter. I buried Fishstick under my butterfly bush, but it took me a few days to get around to cleaning out the aquarium. Not two minutes after I’d done so, and had it propped upside down in the tub to drain, Piglet was on the scene and looking for a way to get inside it. Brat.
red paper boat 