Missing in Action
Louis had a hard time adjusting to his new pet pals. When we brought the nameless fish home on Thursday, we put his mayo jar next to their bowl so he could see his new pals. He spent the better part of the day pressed up against the glass, arms and legs fully extended towards them, looking longingly at the new arrivals in the fruit bowl next door.
Being the weak little mango that I am, I finally caved to Louis' passive aggressive melancholy and put him in with his new fishie friends on Friday afternoon. He seemed fine at first -- a little apprehensive about his new pals, who, I guess, looked a lot smaller from the safe confines of his mayonnaise maison -- but very excited about the new toys he had to explore in the fruit bowl. He particularly enjoyed the coffee cup, and curled his little froggie arm around it while he played hide and seek with the fishies. It was cute. It was comical. It was shortlived.
For though Louis seemed pleased to be in a new domicile, after a few hours he started acting strangely. He avoiding the fish completely, swimming close to the top of the water when they passed by. So close, in fact, that he began sticking his little non-air breathing, aquatic frog nose out of the water for short intervals.
So before I headed off to bed I fed him, and spoke to him in low comforting tones to assuage his grief. Which seemed to work, and he was back in the water for a night of fun.
Or so I thought.
To my dismay, on Saturday morning Louis was nowhere to be found. The Intern and I searched high and low. We checked every inch of the fruit bowl, moved the coffee cup, inspected the filter. Checked the kitchen counter to see if he had made a botched attempt to escape and had found out the hard way that he can't breathe air.
Nothing.
The only plausible explanation is that he was eaten alive by ravenous frog-eating fish. But the Pet Expert said Louis and his new pals could live in harmony. And the fish don't look any fatter. And there are no frog remnants in the water. So, have you seen him?
Being the weak little mango that I am, I finally caved to Louis' passive aggressive melancholy and put him in with his new fishie friends on Friday afternoon. He seemed fine at first -- a little apprehensive about his new pals, who, I guess, looked a lot smaller from the safe confines of his mayonnaise maison -- but very excited about the new toys he had to explore in the fruit bowl. He particularly enjoyed the coffee cup, and curled his little froggie arm around it while he played hide and seek with the fishies. It was cute. It was comical. It was shortlived.
For though Louis seemed pleased to be in a new domicile, after a few hours he started acting strangely. He avoiding the fish completely, swimming close to the top of the water when they passed by. So close, in fact, that he began sticking his little non-air breathing, aquatic frog nose out of the water for short intervals.
So before I headed off to bed I fed him, and spoke to him in low comforting tones to assuage his grief. Which seemed to work, and he was back in the water for a night of fun.
Or so I thought.
To my dismay, on Saturday morning Louis was nowhere to be found. The Intern and I searched high and low. We checked every inch of the fruit bowl, moved the coffee cup, inspected the filter. Checked the kitchen counter to see if he had made a botched attempt to escape and had found out the hard way that he can't breathe air.
Nothing.
The only plausible explanation is that he was eaten alive by ravenous frog-eating fish. But the Pet Expert said Louis and his new pals could live in harmony. And the fish don't look any fatter. And there are no frog remnants in the water. So, have you seen him?
Please call 1-800-MIA-FROG if you have any information about the whereabouts of Louis Grenouille.
~g. mango needs something other than aquatic amnimals to talk about
~g. mango needs something other than aquatic amnimals to talk about
POSTED BY G. MANGO at 13:19
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