peachy perspective

8:25am. I arrived at my desk, turning on the lights and getting food to feed Jonah, my pet betta fish since July. Jonah was … um … floating. I tapped on the glass bowl a little bit. Nothing. What in the world?! I put fresh water in his little home on Friday and didn’t do anything different in my caring for him. But it was official – Jonah was no longer with us.

Jonah was in my care for 9 months and had come to be a beloved addition to our team at work. We’ll have no more days of Dayna threatening to pick him up with her bare hands. No more “waving” to the kids who stop by, full of fascination. Yes, it was a sad day, indeed.

I will spare you all of the details of cleaning out his home; I’ll spare you mainly because I have no details. Chris R. thankfully cleaned it all out for me and sent Jonah on the subway to Fishy Heaven.

The only answer to Jonah’s mysterious death is - Ben over at Pet Peeving poisoned him. Ben has previously fish-napped Jonah, making himself a clear suspect. He was also out of the office today. He also makes a good Dwight Schrute, a character known for killing Angela’s cat, Sprinkles, on “The Office”. Hmmm.

Ok, done with the sappy stuff. I am so used to a fish on my desk now that I must get another. I am going this week to adopt another. But what should I name it? I thought about “Jonah Junior” but have been encouraged to give this fish his own identity instead. Plus, as Brett said, if I keep naming fish Jonah, at the rate I’m going, I’ll forget what number I’m on eventually. Encouraging. Thanks, Brett. So, offer up name suggestions for Fish #2.