Socrates Status: Infected
Projected Death: Approximately 4 Days
Cause of Potential Death: Mortein Rat Poison Throw-Packs
Since I can remember, we've always had this...tradition of discarding dead things. Well, more specifically, my goofy father has always felt this comical need to fake-trumpet "Taps" before discarding a smashed fly (or any other insect) into the trash. He would hold the bug in one hand and place the other hand to his mouth in trumpet-like fashion, then begin the melody that, in pitch, sounds similar to the tiny little prawns in The Little Mermaid as they zip up to King Triton. He would slowly slink forward to the trash, and as soon as the tune finished, he'd dump the fallen fly into its smelly depths of the kitchen garbage. The funny thing is that I've totally done it. On several occassions.
AND I plan on continuing this tradition/tribute of fallen nuisances when Socrates has passed, most likely in a foul-smelling fashion and, if karma would have it, probably in one of my bedroom walls he likes to scurry about so often.
You know, he just couldn't take a hint.
Fare thee well, dear Socrates. My trumpet is ready.
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