As I rolled my cart out of the grocery store last night, I saw a series of orange splotches on the ground behind my car. OK, they weren’t pure orange, but more of a nacho cheese color. Had someone spilled paint? Had a kid gone crazy with some sidewalk chalk? Nope.
It seems that in my rush to buy groceries, I massacred a school of Goldfish crackers with the tires of the car. I actually felt bad about this. But in the midst of my sadness, I saw a reason for hope. A lone fish lay untouched in the midst of the remains. He wasn’t in good shape though. His gills were motionless. His body gave nary a flop.