The Rat of the Sea
Last night we went grocery shopping.
Vegetables. Fish. Red wine.
We were going to cook.
We cooked our fish, ate our vegetables, and drank a glass of wine (for our heart).
We fancied ourselves high-class. Cultured. Maybe even well-traveled.
And then we talked to our friend Millipede.
Pede told us that catfish is the 'rat of the sea'.
We realized he was right.
Catfish have whiskers.
So now there's a ratfish in our belly.
Sometimes when you think you have it all down, you just don't man. You just don't. You're still cooking rats for dinner and drinking two buck chuck by the gallon.
At least there's tomorrow.