Mar. 8th, 2006

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My cubicle neighbor (let's call him Bob) shares his space with Rupert the Red, a small betta tropical fish definitely deserving of the name physically if not temperamentally. Yesterday was fishbowl-cleaning day so Rupert was transferred into a styrofoam cup while that was going on and then while the bowl's fresh water worked its way to room temperature. That physical process must have been too lengthy, or maybe Rupert suffered from claustrophobia, for, when 'Bob' came back from a meeting, a parched Rupert the Red could be seen on the carpet. Yes, the silly beast had jumped out. And no, I had not heard any cry for help. 'Bob', after putting the deceased back into the cup for a burial at sea, noticed one flipper feebly twitching so he put the Red into the bowl where he's now back from the dead.

Speaking of potentially dead fish, I am getting my yearly review this afternoon.