itsallovernow | Reason #985 Why You Want Me Distracted

One of the guys in my office has a saltwater tank that contains a moray eel, and a dwindling number of pretty fish.

The eel is a refugee due to his own behavior. (He lived in a bigger, happier tank, but kept picking fights with the bigger, tougher eel and getting his metaphorical eel ass kicked, so he had to come live in cube world).

I've spent part of the week mildly terrified that the eel will escape (the eel's owner says that former eels have, but Brutus seems pretty content to gape at the fish and the people), and the other half unable to stop myself from going into to stare at him as he gapes at his colorful little swimmy snacks.

This morning, half the pretty fish were gone, and the rest of them are swimming around and hiding, and I can just hear them saying to each other, "Dont' get off the boat, man. Never get off the boat!"

I know I have little to fear from Brutus the eel, because as M. said to me last night, I'm more likely to get eaten by our cats than by eels. Still, I maintain a healthy respect for Brutus and hope you enjoyed his snacks. Because for Brutus, I think fish are food not friends.

And this foray into randomland is brought to you by the fact that I desperately need to be distracted.

ETA: Tuesday was

crankygrrl's birthday. Please go harrass her mercilessly, both for the birthday and for MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY:)

But seriously, Kath is my anchor, she's been editor, captain and friend to me and on a regular basis, I think it's safe to say I'd be lost without her. I love you, babe, and I wish you the best for this coming year. May it be filled with wolfies and wonder.