Monday, April 6, 2009

Ichthyological Death Row

Like yet another contestant in a particularly grim reality show*, the next victim in the Perkins pet line up has been announced. The unfortunate inductee this time is a forlorn male betta fish who seems to know instictively that all in its future does not look rosy. Granted, it's difficult to betray much positive energy in an 8-ounce holding tub, but this guy looks particularly resolved to defeat.

Yet unnamed, I will encourage the children to name him soon so that he can at least have the dignity of a personalized eulogy at the porcelin portal when his time (quickly) comes. I suggest Damocles.

*"Who Wants to Survive the Weekend?"

1 comment:

Brittany Martin said...

You may be disappointed in your morbid hopes. Our betta fish has definitely taken a lickin' and kept on tikin'!

It didn't even die when Troy fed it turkey and chocolate cake on Christmas.

It's gone for at least 3 days without food.

It's floated belly-up for 2 days and suddenly re-animated when it heard the toilet flush.