Musing on Hunger.
My son has a fish Oscar.
Oscar is an oscar cichlid. He’s rather small now. For some reason his bag of food was misplaced.
I kept thinking it was going turn up but it never did. Day after day, while I kept thinking the little pellets were going to reappear, Oscar was going foodless.
You must think me horribly cruel.
I didn’t worry about it because when I used to feed him (before food lost) the pellets would sit on the top of the water for hours.
- He’s behind one of those bushes.
He usually hung out under the plastic green ferns. Like this picture I just took.
I kept thinking I’ve got to get to Wal*Mart to buy Oscar some food – but I HATE to shop these days.
Major time drain and darn that they don’t expect you to pay money before you can leave with the goods.
Finally, I came my senses and thought d*mn, it’s been a long time since he ate.
Goldfish food. We have plenty of that around. Though not a lot of goldfish (we’re down to one).
So I threw a bunch of flakes in for Oscar.
He hit the top of the water like he was shot out of a Power Soaker. He ate and ate and ate.
Raging hunger will wake up even the most timid of fish.
I know it’s bad to let yourself get too hungry but — I wish I hungered for something like Oscar hit that bread crumb.
It would be terribly uncomfortable, but I think I would like to find it.
Right now I’ve got to go find my bike for a ride before the kids come home. I’m not hungering for the bike. It helps when I leave 5 minutes shy of enough time to get back before the bus drops off the kids.
I could wait and have to really push through a windy ride.
No, not that hungry today.
