Here froggy, froggy

OK, so the frog didn’t make it.

Narky and the neons were doing all right this morning, though. Maybe froggy went back to the pet store because he was homesick. I’ll have to go and pick him up and take him home again this evening. Yeah, that’s what I’m telling myself…

Maybe some actual real fish food appropriate for these particular aquatic animals would be a good idea too. And another plant. Not one of those purple plastic things that hungry Pacu like to try and eat.

I’m somewhat heartbroken that the frog didn’t have the decency to at least live for a few days, this being my first fish tank and all. Kevin saw fit to tell me that he might have jumped out of the tank — causing no end of squeamishness when I got into bed. What if I found myself nose to carcass with him on my pillow?

The thing that gets me is — where did he go? Where’s the body? There’s no evidence that he’s actually no longer alive (can’t quite say “dead”). But in the absence of evidence that he is (namely his little animated body swimming around) I’m forced to conclude that he’s no longer with us. Maybe he went AWOL in search of a better life. I’d like to conclude that the cats ate him, but I shut the bedroom door all day. Perhaps it’s a case of alien abduction. Poor froggy. Maybe he’s just at Lisa’s pet store waiting for me to take him back home…