Solution

 

Current state of the 6-foot glass box in my dining room:

 

Dibs has lived with us for about a month and I just caught him chasing a fish.

 

Slowly.

 

He broke off pursuit when he saw me and switched to begging for snacks.

 

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Problem…

 

I hinted at this before, but our first step in preparing the aquarium for Dibs’s arrival was to stock it with live plants[1] and a little community of fish—some friends and some food—to live with him.  This was more complicated than it might seem, since I wasn’t interested in watching a fishy massacre play out but I wanted the “food” fish to be safe to eat.[2]

(Finding Nemo) Bruce and his shark friends take the vow, "fish are friends, not food.)

Ehhhh…

 

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Perfectly Reasonable

 

It’s not, as you’ve probably guessed, a baby shark.

 

For one thing, I’m not an idiot and I know that baby sharks grow into adult sharks[1] who deserve way more space than I’m prepared to provide.[2]

 

But leaving Offspring guessing about what I was plotting here while he nobly battles red tape and ignorance in support of… whatever it is we’re doing over there.  I’ve honestly forgotten.

clubhouse/lounge in Bagram hanger, made of "tactically acquired" pallets and bits of wood, covered with a tarp. Strung with Christmas lights.

So have they.

 

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