sal

the bf and i adopted a betta.

a blue one. we named him salinger.

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currently, he is living in a cube vase. i went out yesterday, determined to buy him a new home in the form of an ornate glass cannister.

i found the perfect one at target. a round bubble on top of two slim bubbles and pedestal base. it was beautiful, and i was optimistic. i would just pull out the metal ring made for a single tealight, and voila! instant fish bowl.

went i got home, i rinsed out the bowl and put some glass rocks, as the base was hollow and i was worried salinger would find a way to wedge himself in there and not be able free himself. i set it beside salinger so he could get used to it. a visual trial period.

i settled in for the night. made some tea. worked a little.

CR-ACK!

a loud noise broke my peaceful reverie, and i looked around to find the culprit. i raised an eyebrow. i asked salinger what he had done.

i examined salinger's new home. it...looked....like... i couldn't resist the urge to poke it, and when i did the entire bowl came off the base and cracked in half. wide-eyed, i swore to myself, and vowed to clean it up. later. well, tomorrow.

today, when i returned home**, i picked up the top half of the bowl delicately by the handle, tipped-toed to the garbage. when i was less than a foot away from the garbage, i decided to examine the structural integrity of the bowl. i wanted to pinpoint where it had weakened and what had caused the entire bowl to cra...

SH-ATTER!

all over the kitchen floor. i stared at my hand for a moment. i surveyed the scene. at this point, i just wanted to throw my hands up in the air and go back to the couch and wait for the bf to help me on thursday.

but i got out my flip flops, found the swiffer (i only had wet cloths), and swept. then i got out my vacuum cleaner that runs on batteries. after that i picked up tiny shards by pressing my index finger on it and carrying it to the garbage can.

i am still scared to walk in the kitchen.

why had i not brought the garbage can TO the broken glass? good question. i don't have an answer for you. if i did, i probably would have done it that way and avoided a half hour worth of clean up.

anyway, welcome to my world, salinger.

*to protect his identity, this is not an image of the real salinger
**stop reading here if you hate stories about utter stupidity