The Curse of the Fish | 07/23/08
When my brother went to Hong Kong he brought me back a camphor fish carving. It was pretty cool so I hung it over my front door in Tallahassee. Unfortunately, these fish were cursed because nothing good has happened since I've had them. Even though I have long-since taken them down, I think just because I have them in my house still I continue to feel the effects of the curse. Some of the things are stupid--like this company sending a package of musical goods to Tallahassee instead of my DC address (and then me embarrassingly having to ask Chris to get them as he prepares to move [which is in like a week!]). Some are more significant like the crushing internet blows these fish have dealt. Now, you might think that life is full of ups and downs and while I will give you that, I think these fish are singularly causing all of the downs. There are of course a number of things that are going my way but all of those were present before the cursed fish (like Chompy).
The reason I thought of the fish was last night there was a storm and when I let Chompy into the closet to hide, she knocked them over. The question fundamentally is: Do I destroy the fish? I feel like it's the best choice to make but if it doesn't solve anythings I'm going to keep having to set various things aflame until I find the right one. And that makes the dog nervous.