Speaking of squids, I once lost one of my personal favorites, Glubble the Orange Squid, when I launched him across my room while I was supposed to be doing my studying. He remained lost for about a week. Most of that time is a blur of sadness, and all I can recall is the never-ending, meticulous searching, and the lurking question as to whether I should print up lost posters. He finally reappeared in my life, in a meeting never to be forgotten, when I stuffed my foot into one of my sneakers and wondered what that little squishy thing under my heel was. And oh, the joy that broke forth! The rays of glowing happiness that penetrated the dark thundercloud of sadness and showered upon that blissful reunion, as I held him once again in my arms and tearfully vowed that nothing would ever again tear us apart! He now lives in a little squid box with his loving brothers, and is only launched on exceptionally special occasions.
