One wintry morning I was given a betta fish by a student who for some reason thought I wanted a betta fish. My family never had much success with fish but maybe this time would be different. It wasn't. McKenna wanted to name her Tyra Banks. That's cool, I guess. We did great feeding her and cleaning her small tank. Fittingly, she would go through bouts of bulimia and anorexia for days or weeks at a time and just when we thought she was getting better, she died. But, if nothing else, we learned from this adventure that naming our pets after celebrities is really a good idea. So...
One day a little bird couldn't get out of our window well. We thought about helping him out, but we didn't want his mom to eat him or neglect him, so instead of helping, we decided he was our pet. We saw the mother fly into the window well several times to feed poor little Jensen Ackles (yes, we've been watching a lot of "Supernatural" on Netflix). After three or four days we came home and he was gone. Since we didn't actually discover a dead body this time, we like to think that he learned to fly and found his way to safety. And we're just going to assume that's what happened.
Because imagining that that Freddy Krueger (the striped cat from down the street) jumped into the window well and disposed of poor little Jensen Ackles, sending him to commiserate with little Tyra in pet heaven, was just too cruel to imagine, right? Oh. Well, maybe not . . .
ReplyDeleteMom, that was really mean.
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