Belly Up _| Another Fish Went Belly Up...

and I think I may be the grim reaper of the domesticated fish world. What's especially sad and therefore noteworthy about this latest death, is that this leaves just one fish in the tank. One is the kind of number where I can consider scrapping the bloody tank and starting over or storing it in the attic. What's also especially noteworthy and therefore depressing is that the fish left was one in a pair of purchased rosey barbs. Yep, he's heartbroken. His little pal was floating at the top of the tank and wouldn't play with him anymore. They saiy that Mr. Rogers used to explain death to kids with his fish. He probably didn't have the extreme portal to the happy swimmings grounds in the sky like I do, though, so I'm not sure if this will be a good thing to continue to do or not. (yeah that was a run-on sentence, dock me points Ms. Hooks) But another fish-death metaphor would come from Faulkner's As I Lay Dying where the mentally challenged Vardaman could only associate his mother's death with the site of dead fish.

Maybe I'll get another fish. Maybe I won't. But something has to be done with the lone ranger. His frantic, aquatic figure eights are giving me the willies.