Yesterday at work I put food in my frogs' tank. The tank was home to my two African Dwarf frogs, which live exclusively under water. Anyhow, I looked in the tank and only saw one frog. I looked behind the rock, under the Roman ruins and around the filter, but couldn't find Myron, one of the two original frogs left from my original purchase in March 2001. I recruited the help of my co-workers, but we just couldn't find him. I was convinced that Myron had been frog-napped! But who would steal a frog, especially one who could only survive under water? And I could have sworn that I'd seen him a couple days ago. The filter isn't powerful enough to suck up a frog. It's hidden beneath the rocks.
I put up a "missing" sign on my tank that read, "Missing: One frog. Goes by the name of Myron. Last seen on 6-8-5. If you have information, please see this desk ---->" Sympathetic co-workers, aka my resident detectives, continued to examine the tank in search of signs of foul play. Then one of them noticed something and said, "Hey! I think that might be a bone!" I took a look and low and behold, I saw one bone hidden amongst the rocks. And then a second. And then some skin. Myron had not been kidnapped. He died and I didn't even noticed. I wasn't able to give him the proper burial at sea like his girlfriend, Leona. I'm very saddened by the loss of Myron. And I'm especially saddened knowing that I probably didn't see him the other day like I thought. It was probably the reflection of Gatsby, the other frog, in the hexagonal tank. I'm a bad mother. I can only hope that Gatsby doesn't suffer a similar fate, especially without me noticing.
My emotional pain turned into physical pain today. I slammed one of my middle fingers in our bedroom closet door. Brent heard the commotion and came in to find me in the fetal position on the bed, crying hysterically. My fingertip turned purple, swollen with little broken blood vessels. Brent kindly brought me ice. At this moment it's much better, but very sore. Sometimes I think I need to coat our house in foam padding. I'm such a clutz.
"What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal." - Albert Pike
Hi Nanette
ReplyDeleteI began reading your blog to thank you for the comment you left. then I became hooked. very funny--even the hundred things!
Always hook people this way?
Sorry about Myron; wish you could have given him a proper burial
And Santa Monica/Venice/Marina DelRey is my fave place besides New York
My husband bought a cute little frog once to feed to his piranhas, but it was so cute I wouldn't let him do it. We went away for the weekend and when I came back, I set my luggage down and checked on my frog. No frog. Two hours later I picked up my bag to unpack and there was a dried, dead frog smooshed underneath it. I feel your loss.
ReplyDeleteNanette - RIP Myron. I'm so sorry for your loss (and your sore finger). I still don't know what happened to Abner and Wilson from our H&K days. I wonder if they are still alive?
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