It has been a sad few days around here. My roommate, friend, and pet, Leeroy Jenkins, has died. I understand the nature of things, and I certainly understand the lightning-fast nature of fish things, but the manner of his death was quite disheartening.
LeeRoy killed himself.
I had forgotten to feed him one day this week and remembered this in a moment of desperation. I Jumped up, palmed open the betta food container, and started to serve a well-deserved dinner when I looked down into the bowl.
LeeRoy wasn't there.
My heart sank. Right away I knew something was wrong (I'm very sharp like that). Eerily I pictured fish from my childhood that felt they had been too long in the world and jumped from the aquarium, resulting in their certain, waterless death. A quick check around the bowl revealed that LeeRoy had not leeched these memories from my subconscious and was inspired to do the same.
LeeRoy was just gone.
I have no cat to scoop him from the bowl. He wasn't a magical fish that could teleport from the bowl to somewhere else. Nor was he a technically-advanced fish that built a small, waterproof device that transported his scaled little brightly-colored body away. No, he was just a fish. He was my fish.
Something drew me to lift the bowl above my head and every question was answered.
LeeRoy was under the rocks.
After one month of parenthood, was I that bad of a father? True, once I let his bowl get a little dirtier than it should have. And I'd imagine the process of being poured into a smaller glass so I could clean his home was quite traumatizing. But was this enough to drive little gilled LeeRoy to his watery death?
The thing is, LeeRoy liked to dig in the rocks. At any given time I could hear him zooming around the bowl and pushing the rocks out of the way. I guess he was just very inspired and dug down deep enough for the rocks to shift and crush him. Too bad, really, he was a good kid.
LeeRoy Jenkins, you will be missed.
LEEEERRRROOOOYYYYY JEENNKKKIINNNNSSS!!!
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That's the funniest/saddest story I've ever heard.
it was so shocking. Why? Who? How? It didn't make sense why it happened. "Hi God, are you there? It' me, Margaret."
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