The Guppies At Energy Management

Meet The Pest In Pest Control

"We like to keep the light down in here so we can read the terminals better," one of them said.

"Yeah, sure," Tanner laughed, "but you've got it so dark that you almost can't see anything but the terminals. You're going to end up like a bunch of fat blind guppies at the bottom of the sea, with bulbous eyes and concentration-camp cheeks!"

"It's not that bad," they laughed.

"The guppies don't think it's bad, either, until the light gets in and sears their eyeballs."

"Well, we'll survive," the manager for Energy Management said, beginning to lose his patience with the conversation, but still trying to look professionally friendly. He was pretty proud of his work at Mosquito University.

"Yeah, I'm sure you will," Tanner smiled.

He spoke softly; he too was trying to look friendly, but not believing a word of it. They would all turn into fish, he was sure of it. But it was hardly anything you could explain to a fish. A fish doesn't know about fate, or much else, either. It only knows it's own water. From that time on, Tanner didn't feel very welcome there, though he had to go, anyway, for the quarterly spraying and inspection schedule.

rcs.

3rd draft: 06/01/05
©1991 Ronald C. Southern

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