I couldn't wait until my neighbors returned from their ski trip. This fish had to go. Every night I would destroy his nests of dominance and, sure enough, every morning they would be back, stronger than ever. I wanted to cut him off completely--hide his food, drain his home of water, and watch him die in the bubble nests he has mocked me with. But that is a little too barbaric for my tastes and my neighbors would never forgive me.
I learned to keep my distance from Atticus, nothing good could come out of me getting to know him any better. I still did not know what those nests were for and I did not want to find out. It was about this time that I began to miss Tea Kettle and my old friends. Sure they had their flaws, but they were not actively plotting something evil. They had turned their backs on me. They saw how excited I got when the fish showed up; they abandoned me. Now that Atticus turned out to be evil, I have no one to fall back on...no one.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Could it be?! Yes it was! My neighbors. They returned. As they interviewed me on the events of the weekend, I maintained a straight face and nodded yes to everything. "Reveal nothing to them," I thought to myself. They exited my apartment and my problems were solved. For a brief moment I thought about warning them, but it was their fault and it's their problem now.
I haven't heard from them in a couple of days now and their apartment is leaking water. Goes to show you, don't trust a fucking fish.
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