I went to the pet store to purchase two ghost shrimp for my fish tank. They come in a clear bag, which I wrapped in a fleece jacket to try to keep them from getting stressed by the outside world during my very short walk home.



A lady stopped me on the street and said, “Aww, new mom, you look tired. Is the baby sleeping?



Then she stood on her tippy toes to try to see the baby. I shamefully unwrapped the top of the bag to show that there was no baby in there and said, “I have no excuse for looking tired; these are just ghost shrimp.”



She got this really weird look on her face and said, “Oh. Sorry your shrimps died,” as she walked away.

It just occurred to me that was unable to see the shrimp (they’re tiny and clear). I love the idea that she’s home right now, telling her friends that she saw some crazy lady carrying around a bag of water disguised as a baby in order to transport the souls of deceased crustaceans.



This is my legacy.



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