Bye-Bye Maurice

This morning I drove back home for Christmas and I took my fish with me. I situated them all nicely behind my seat, but it really was a long ride of joltedness (I don't care if that's not a word... you know what I mean). And it was either that or the pennies Josh dropped in my fish bowl yesterday (I guess he decided to make it into a wishing fountain) that killed Maurice. He was alive and kicking this morning when I put the bowl behind my seat in the car, but when I removed them at journey's end, he was looking a little dis-colored, a little crooked, and not breathing. Poor Dexter is all alone, now. :'(