Rebecca posted an adorable email her young nephew sent her. The part of the email that got me was:
“Tell Aunt Rebecca that there's um fishys in my house.”
Isn’t that the coolest thing you’ve ever read? It reminded me of the fish tank I had when I was a kid, and how all the fish inevitably died, succumbing to the fate all children’s fish eventually meet. It also reminded me of my pet turtle, Rusty.Rusty’s home, oddly enough, was a fish tank populated with various fauna and stone arrangements. It was a pretty tight pad for a turtle. The only downside of Rusty’s presence was that my room began to reek of turtle. I can’t really explain what it smelled like; dogs have a smell, cats have a smell, and turtles also have their own peculiar turtle-specific smell. After a while, my mom protested the odor as it advanced its conquest throughout the house. Rusty was shown the door.
I was sad to let rusty back out into the wild, but also happy, for he would now be able to reproduce and help bring more Rustys into the world, thus spreading that signature pungent odor far and wide.
You go, Rusty.
Comments (2)
dude, i was on the phone w/ my insurance company changing my address and stuff and almost laughed out loud at the rep on the phone. hoo boy.
Posted by p-man | February 10, 2007 8:15 PM
Posted on February 10, 2007 20:15
ah - man!! my roommate has a turtle. i know that exact stank. it smells like moldy wet grass with a little bit of ass.
Posted by cherz | February 10, 2007 8:15 PM
Posted on February 10, 2007 20:15