but. . . what shall I do with all my "favorite things" puns?! *wails*

Oh dear, folks. As promised, I had a memorial for Baby Fishy #21 before wrapping him in a shroud and sending him off to sea. Even though Austria is landlocked.* He's a fish. It's where he belongs.

Sweet dreams, wee baby fishy. You shall be missed. But only a little, because there are twenty more where you came from.

And then, this evening, a horrible discovery. Maria, beloved fish and cannibalistic maternal unit, passed away while I was away. She shall be sorely missed!

Those are edelweiss all around her photo. They are, upon further investigation, a furry, alien-looking little flower. No really. Look them up. They look like the center is going to open up and a wee bitty version is going to pop out the middle. And then eat, like, a ladybug or something. Menacingly.

Upon discovering her untimely demise, I asked friends to comment, and true to form, they all expressed their sympathies. (Via gchat. So appropriate.)

Jesse: The hills are NOT alive. RIP, Maria. It should have been Rolfe.

Ali: I'm sorry about Maria. Thank God you didn't get rabbits or guinea pigs.

Missy: No more interpretive dance for Maria. But wait, double-memorial?
Me: Oh. One of the babies died tonight.

Missy: Was this a fishy suicide-bombing?

Classy comments, all. Alas, time goes on. Captain Von Trapp will find a new sugar muffin, and the family will continue it's trek, singing songs and implying unspeakable things about puppet goats.

*sniffle*

So long, farewell, auf weidersehen, adeiu. Goodbyyyyyyeeeeeee!

Stephanie

* I googled this to confirm. A lifetime of public schooling has made me insecure.