Trompé Setsuled (setsuled) wrote,
Trompé Setsuled

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The Fish Will Take Your Legs One Day

I found this little crawfish already walking back down the dusty hill from Wal-Mart. He'd lost an antenna already and maybe wasn't long for the world but I took him back to the water anyway. I didn't cook him, as a certain Russian hitman might have advised.

Maybe it's the algae driving the crawfish out of the water. The water has been an opaque green for quite a while. The tadpoles certainly seem to like it.

That's a tennis shoe there in the possession of algae and tadpoles.

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Tags: algae, crawfish, elvis presley, fish, tadpole
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