I Read Some Nabokov in College

Matt: "World of Fish. It's called World of Fish! It's huge! Come on! You'll love it. They have sharks."
Me: "Ok. But...ok."
Really, it reminded me of the old days. Betta cubes, little vases, neon rock. Smells of aquatic waste.
I miss it.
Wait. No, I don't. Before Meg (lovely former college roommate) boiled Lolita (my sweet, neurotic fish) on the windowsill, I experienced multiple failures as a pet owner. She wouldn't eat. Did I know that it was because her bowl was too big? No. Did I blame her instead of myself? Naturally. She went belly up twice, only moving once I had picked her up to make the toilet trip. Was she playing dead to prove her superior intelligence? Obviously.
I was a buffoon, making the same mistake nearly every time I "cleaned" her "bowl," transfering her into the sink instead of the cup set aside. She'd flop around in the basin while I dialed Rin who ran down the hall to save her. I blew into a paper bag.