This is Emma.
Emma is the Little Sister’s fifth birthday present.
Before Emma came to live with us she’d been living in a small tank on the second story of an apartment complex.
She dined on shredded ham every other day.
After Emma came to live with us, she moved to a new tank.
The tank is twice as big as her old tank.
Her tank is filled with rocks and plants.
Emma now has a UV light and her own private basking platform for when the mood to sunbake strikes.
Emma lives in The Turtle Mahal.
Emma took to her new tank like a turtle to water.
By the end of day 1 she’d done more laps than the entire Australian Olympic Swimming Team combined.
So keen on her swimming, was Emma, that she showed no interest in the fish or crayfish that shared her tank.
Eventually we came to believe that Emma had attended the same self-help meetings as Bruce the shark from Finding Nemo and thought fish were friends, not food.
All was well in the Turtle Mahal.
Then on that fateful Friday, as a reward for brave conduct at the doctor, I promised the Little Sister a trip to the pet shop and another fish.
Twenty minutes later when we’d travelled the fifty meters to the car, the Little Sister held Fishy carefully as we drove home.
When Fishy listened quietly to every word the Little Sister said without interrupting, their friendship was sealed.
And that, my friends, is where our story takes a sad turn.
There was much banging and knocking in the tank that night.
The following morning the girls and I watched Emma polish off the last two crayfish in quick succession.
Emma is the smiling assassin.
ever had a short-lived pet?