| | i know... who cries over a crayfish? apparently i do. my crayfish emeka died today. he had been alive for 2+ years, surviving on frozen peas and live feeder fish. he was there for me every day, quietly observing the goings-on in my office from his one gallon tank. he watched as i worked diligently, as i surfed diligently, and as i closed the door sometimes to take afternoon naps... diligently. sometimes his tank would even go missing, and i would be left with a ransom note: "make us balloon-animals the size of the titanic or your crayfish will suffer." (no joke. that's what it said. my coworkers are crazy.) and when i would scour the whole building in search of my kidnapped emeka, i'm sure he was patient and certain that his mother would find him in the end. how did i know he was dead? i walked in this afternoon, and there he was in the corner of his tank, flipped over, legs all pointed up, and swimmerets not swimming. sigh. it's almost as if he knew i was about to leave him behind at caci. goodbye, emeka. i'll miss you. **service was held on june 8, 2007 in the 8th floor women's restroom of the caci building** |
| | Posted 6/8/2007 4:58 PM - 110 Views - 16 eProps - 10 comments
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