Dead Fish Etc...

Tonight was a busy night full of dead fish, cruxating, stinky nattō (なっとう), and questions about Mom's frenulum. It was a curious couple of hours.

What's cruxating, you say? I dunno. You'd have to ask Zoey. She was the one that made the word up while she pushed her little wooden stool around the kitchen. I think it's a form of spazzing out.

What's a frenulum? It's that little thing that connects your tongue to the bottom of your mouth. Zed was quite infatuated with it tonight.

Dead fish? Yup. One of Zed's fish died. Not a surprise since Mom's got this whacky clandestine plan to slowly eradicate her fish, one by one...it's a sordid plan of attrition, and it disgusts me. Not really, but I occasionally like to feign indignation. So now we've lost Lenny and Squiggy, Richard Milhouse Nixon and now an unnamed orange dude. I'm not sure if you can file a complaint with the UN for crimes against common goldfish, but if you could, well, June's pretty much a war criminal right now. It got especially heinous when she tried to flush the fish down the toilet with Zoey's help...that got ugly.

Just in case I've never mentioned it. This is fun.