On the idea of drowning fish
My mom, the grammarian
, often found herself sputtering when she'd become angry
enough. She'd yell
at us kids, confuse our names, spout enraged nonsense
statements composed mainly of four syllable words, arcane phrases or Catholic
threats of damnation.
was one of those kids who have a zillion
cages of critters and tanks of fish
. He was a little lazy
, however, and on occasion would be less than fastidious about cleaning
the tanks. I heard her in his room one day, hollering at him to clean the fish tanks. As she stepped from his room, she turned back to deliver
one last threat
"If you don't keep those tanks clean, I'm going to drown all your fish!"
Both of us knew better than to laugh