Matt recently bought himself a two gallon tank and filled it with fish. He wants me to name them. I told him that I would, but later... after they stop dying. We're not sure if the guppies are killing and eating the neon tetras or if the tetras are just dying on their own and the bodies are being eaten by all.
I'm watching a program on TLC about super maximum security prisons. Every once in a while they make comparisions to less extreme prisons such as the ratio of prisoners per guard. But one of the things that really threw me off was when the voice over mentioned a prison fight resulting in death over a cat in a regular prison. A cat. A pet cat. It never occured to me that prisoners were allowed to have pets. And right when I'm wondering if I had heard right, they show a shot of a prisoner in his cell leafing through a magazine with his cat (tethered by a long leash) laying on his bed next to him.
I think what really boggles me is that my current living circumstances doesn't allow me to have a pet cat, but some prisons allow inmates to have them. But then again, some prisoners are better fed and receive better medical care than some of our free population.
Posted by jennifer at December 28, 2002 12:39 AM