Dear Grim Reaper

Dear Grim Reaper,

I understand that it's been awhile since my tanks or fishbowls have satisfied your desire for fishes.

Still.

There are a lot of fish out there in the world, fish who are not properly taken care of.  Betta fish in pet stores, covered in cottony fungus, or columnaris.  Goldfish packed by the thousands into feeder tanks.

May I suggest you shift your gaze over to the nearest Petco?

You see, my fish are kind, sweet things.  My betta has fought his many infections for half of his life already, and I think he deserves to live in a chemical free bowl.

Why did he grow an ulcer yesterday?  Why does his mouth hurt so bad that he sometimes cannot eat?

Why are the goldfish suddenly falling ill?  Why do you want the little ones, the babies?  Why are their bellies, and the spaces behind their eyes, filling with pink fluid?  Why are there rusty patches on their bodies today?

And what of the red circles, on the large, hearty comets?  Are the dojo loaches next?  The tiniest, baby dojo loach, who is barely bigger than a toothpick?  I cannot bear to lose him.

Has not your ongoing collection of snails satisfied your lust for aquarium souls?

Is there some sort of agreement we can reach?  Say, I buy a black moor - they seem to die pretty well.  I could buy a black moor, and it will be dead of ich within a week.

I could squash the spider that lives outside my bedroom window.  I could douse myself with rubbing alcohol, murdering bazillions of bacteria.  Would any of these mollify you?

Aren't you satisfied with all of those birds, you know, the ones "over there?"  Or have they only served to whet your appetite?

Please, I beg of you, spare my sweet fishes.

Thank you.

ps - please also spare all the mammals from H5N1, especially the humans and the cats.

Check it out - half the blog is gone!

That's because I have archived my posts on my new website, which is really called "Symptoms of a Girl" (instead of blankbaby's very first blahdeblah), and can be found at www.symptomsofagirl.com.  If you would like to visit my blog archives, you can find them there.

I ran out of room on here.  That is why I haven't been typing.  And, I've been putting off the whole "setting up new webpage" deal.  It wasn't so hard, really.

It has taken all of my energy for the day, however, so you won't be reading any interesting new post today, and I won't be typing one.

It's cold here.

Oh - it's that holiday.  Nobody cares in LA.  Everyone gets drunk on Cinco de Mayo instead.

mmm...Acapulco sounds good.  Acapulco = ChiChi's = El Torito.  More or less.

Dear Grim Reaper

Dear Grim Reaper,

I understand that it's been awhile since my tanks or fishbowls have satisfied your desire for fishes.

Still.

There are a lot of fish out there in the world, fish who are not properly taken care of.  Betta fish in pet stores, covered in cottony fungus, or columnaris.  Goldfish packed by the thousands into feeder tanks.

May I suggest you shift your gaze over to the nearest Petco?

You see, my fish are kind, sweet things.  My betta has fought his many infections for half of his life already, and I think he deserves to live in a chemical free bowl.

Why did he grow an ulcer yesterday?  Why does his mouth hurt so bad that he sometimes cannot eat?

Why are the goldfish suddenly falling ill?  Why do you want the little ones, the babies?  Why are their bellies, and the spaces behind their eyes, filling with pink fluid?  Why are there rusty patches on their bodies today?

And what of the red circles, on the large, hearty comets?  Are the dojo loaches next?  The tiniest, baby dojo loach, who is barely bigger than a toothpick?  I cannot bear to lose him.

Has not your ongoing collection of snails satisfied your lust for aquarium souls?

Is there some sort of agreement we can reach?  Say, I buy a black moor - they seem to die pretty well.  I could buy a black moor, and it will be dead of ich within a week.

I could squash the spider that lives outside my bedroom window.  I could douse myself with rubbing alcohol, murdering bazillions of bacteria.  Would any of these mollify you?

Aren't you satisfied with all of those birds, you know, the ones "over there?"  Or have they only served to whet your appetite?

Please, I beg of you, spare my sweet fishes.

Thank you.

ps - please also spare all the mammals from H5N1, especially the humans and the cats.

Look - all gone!

Check it out - half the blog is gone!

That's because I have archived my posts on my new website, which is really called "Symptoms of a Girl" (instead of blankbaby's very first blahdeblah), and can be found at www.symptomsofagirl.com.  If you would like to visit my blog archives, you can find them there.

I ran out of room on here.  That is why I haven't been typing.  And, I've been putting off the whole "setting up new webpage" deal.  It wasn't so hard, really.

It has taken all of my energy for the day, however, so you won't be reading any interesting new post today, and I won't be typing one.

It's cold here.

Oh - it's that holiday.  Nobody cares in LA.  Everyone gets drunk on Cinco de Mayo instead.

mmm...Acapulco sounds good.  Acapulco = ChiChi's = El Torito.  More or less.