Moby Dick committed suicide last night. I guess the little guy just couldn't take it anymore. Apparently he jumped the two inches from the waterline to the rim of the tank and landed about a foot away on the floor. There was a tiny piece of shit hanging out of his little golden butt. We just got a new, bigger tank for him too. Ungrateful little jerk.
On a side note, does anyone want some water? It's filtered. Oh, and gravel too. We have some gravel.
I don't know how I do it. I'm just really really strong.
A candlelight vigil will be held tomorrow night at 8:00 over by the toilet. The family has requested that in lieu of flowers, donations be made to The Moby Dick Wide Open Tank Charity.
I've been texting him all morning. We're going out after work to get him a new fish. He wants to get 'a six-dollar one...not the ping-pong ball game at the carnival kind'.
He's been trying to get ahold of my mom to tell her the bad news. ![]()