picasso v cheetoh.

yesterday at my office, someone forgot to feed the fish. this morning, as i came in, there was a shriek of horror, and i turned to see cheetoh wildly gnawing the last bits of his friend, picasso. the other fish and even the eel were nowhere to be seen, and for a moment i had the thought that cheetoh had devoured them all. but they were all there, hiding behind the lava rock; peeking out from different angles at cheetoh and then retreating back into darkness; cowering like the scooby gang in the middle-part of an episode. only this monster was real, and his name is cheetoh. he's my favorite fish, and he looks like this -















scary, huh? he's a fricking blowfish, and he's the cutest thing ever. he's always smiling and looking at you with his unlikely eyes; i didn't really think he had teeth. and then he's just devouring his friend, the artist, picasso, shaking his huge head frantically back and forth while his tiny tail stays still, until all that's left of the artist is an inch of white filmy fish-skin, like a bit of sunburn you peel off your shoulder. not a great way to go out. picasso, bless his watery cubist little soul, used to look like this -












and, i know, right? once again, to recap, this
















ate this

























and i'm feeling a bit unsettled. it's one less smile i can trust.