Don't Name The Dinner

Scorpions are are frightening creatures. With their pincers and their creepy stingers and whatnot. Jesse has one, her name is Scrompo. Now, I have no problem with Scrompo. She can't help the fact that she's terrifying. You know who I do have a problem with? The lady at the pet store that put Scrompo's dinner in a paper bag. Her tiny baby mouse dinner. All pink and wiggly, and going to die a horrible death. Then, of course, because I really can't make anything easy, I named him. The dinner. I named the dinner, like an idiot. He was just so cute! I couldn't help it. His name was Ben. Ahh, sadness. Let us take a moment of silence for Ben. 

:moment of silence:

 Unless I can formulate an escape plan for Ben! I've been talking about him like he's already dead, but he's still in the tank with Scrompo, waiting for death. It with be a grand plan, with catapults and trip wires, and maybe a pit full of tigers!

Hmm, I'd better get on that.