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My experiences as a Northern transplant down in Chapel Hill, NC, 2005. And now my experiences back up in NYC.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

To the fish with no name

My fish is missing!

My kool-aid-turned-fishbowl container is missing a fish. It's now a static pool of water with some rocks and no fish. It seems after our Thanksgiving party last weekend, somebody snatched my fish.


Where did they put it? Did they flush it down the toilet? Did the put it in somebody's beer? Is it for sale in chinatown?

My eulogy to the fish without a name
You were a nice fish. I'm sorry I didn't give you a name. So many before you passed away, so I decided not to name you, but you, you lasted the longest. I think it was because you were the smallest. You were so resliliant. You started off in a big Sponge Bob tank with Mr. Crabs and a pineapple home. Then you survived a road trip on my move down to North Carolina, in the freezing cold. I put you in a ziplock bag. I would open it every so often to let in fresh air, but kept it closed most of the time to avoid you flying out when I hit bumps.

When we got down to NC, I realized that a ziplock bag just wouldn't do for you, you needed something GRANDER! So I drove to the nearest Kmart and purchased a kool-aid container and some purple and black rocks, it had you're name all over it. My apologies for not getting you a filter at first in the new tank, but after your water got cloudy, I ran right out and purchased you a nice new filter.

Then I departed for my road-trip around the south and Patrick and Rane attended to your daily feeds. On my return, I placed you back into a new ziplock bag for the treck back up to nyc. Again, you didn't die, you were a tough fish, not like the others.

Then you went on to last a WHOLE summer, sometimes you held off for days without me feeding you during all of my vacations, you stuck it out, you were here to stay, till the end.

Then fall came and halloween passed. It was the big day, Thanksgiving. All where here to give thanks, eat delicious food, and be merry.

But no, somebody had to swipe you, you, the fish, without a name.

(Dec 2004? - November 12, 2005)


  • At 11/27/2005 11:33 PM, Anonymous Chris said…

    A friend of mine's fish jumped right out of his tank once over night and she woke up to a dead dry fish. Maybe something similar happened to your fish. It might not have been a case of theft, just a fish who wasn't meant to last anymore in this earthly plane.

  • At 12/02/2005 7:59 AM, Blogger Saucy Lil' Tart said…

    I'm guessing that your fish saw the perfect opportunity to make a clean getaway to your toilet and to freedom with the onset of your party. Don't bemoan your newly liberated friend! Celebrate life and love! He/she/it is happy now! HAPPY!

  • At 12/09/2005 5:05 PM, Blogger eefers said…

    That's so funny that I wish I was the one who stole the fish.

  • At 1/14/2008 2:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    That was so touching. I almost flushed my half dead fish down the toilet (we think he is in a coma) until he started to flutter around. I was trying to give a good eulogy when BAM I just couldnt do it. I grabbed the net and pulled him out. I put him back in his tank. Where he lays at the bottom, still in a self-induced coma.

  • At 12/02/2008 5:01 PM, Anonymous Laceyyyyyy said…

    Hahah, aw that was cute :D
    I'm writing a eulogy for my fish.
    For my public speaking.
    Except i'm not saying he is a fish till the end "{

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