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Gucci, gucci Typhoid Mary...
Jun. 23rd, 2009 12:11 pm...You were a good fish (although very beleaguered.)
It is my sad duty to inform you all that Typhoid Mary, our one remaining tetra in the five gallon tank who bravely survived (for several weeks) the attack of the moldy, zombie horde, died yesterday of an unknown cause. She will be missed by family and friends. She leaves behind no next of kin (see zombie horde of the molding eyeball fame....eeeewww). A "seaside" memorial service was held. Mason Rounds officiating.
Gucci, gucci, you were a good fish.
After a short period of mourning (seriously, I only just turned off the heater), I plan to break down the five gallon tank and throw it out. Given that it started life as a hospital tank, and then housed several very strange and tenacious illnesses, I think there is no amount of bleach in the world that can rescue this tank. On a more positive note, Shawn says that when more writing money arrives I can get a new tank... which does get me kind of excited. I've long wanted to try a biotrope (?) tank... you know, the kind that has an environment exactly like the Amazon river basin or some such. It's probably too complicated for me, but I have a book that tells me how to do it. Fear me! Fish nerd armed with book!
In other news, I broke down and bought a vegetable today. I know! Look, all that's left of the CSA box is some spinach, arugala and potatos. Whole Foods had corn on sale. Yes, it came from Georgia or some other far off place, but it looked so... yummy. I only bought two ears, though, since Shawn is off on her business trip to Washington, D.C.
Okay, I'm sweating now. Time to retreat into the air-conditioned bedroom.
It is my sad duty to inform you all that Typhoid Mary, our one remaining tetra in the five gallon tank who bravely survived (for several weeks) the attack of the moldy, zombie horde, died yesterday of an unknown cause. She will be missed by family and friends. She leaves behind no next of kin (see zombie horde of the molding eyeball fame....eeeewww). A "seaside" memorial service was held. Mason Rounds officiating.
Gucci, gucci, you were a good fish.
After a short period of mourning (seriously, I only just turned off the heater), I plan to break down the five gallon tank and throw it out. Given that it started life as a hospital tank, and then housed several very strange and tenacious illnesses, I think there is no amount of bleach in the world that can rescue this tank. On a more positive note, Shawn says that when more writing money arrives I can get a new tank... which does get me kind of excited. I've long wanted to try a biotrope (?) tank... you know, the kind that has an environment exactly like the Amazon river basin or some such. It's probably too complicated for me, but I have a book that tells me how to do it. Fear me! Fish nerd armed with book!
In other news, I broke down and bought a vegetable today. I know! Look, all that's left of the CSA box is some spinach, arugala and potatos. Whole Foods had corn on sale. Yes, it came from Georgia or some other far off place, but it looked so... yummy. I only bought two ears, though, since Shawn is off on her business trip to Washington, D.C.
Okay, I'm sweating now. Time to retreat into the air-conditioned bedroom.