It looks like axolotls are gone forever.
This may not mean much to you if you aren't into amphibians, but if you read Mad Magazine back in the day the word might conjure up some memories
, or even a poem.
I Wandered Lonely as a Clod from Mad Magazine, 1958
I wandered lonely as a clod,
Just picking up old rags and bottles,
When onward on my way I plod,
I saw a host of axolotls;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
A sight to make a man's blood freeze.
Some had handles, some were plain;
They came in blue, red pink, and green.
A few were orange in the main;
The damndest sight I've ever seen.
The females gave a sprightly glance;
The male ones all wore knee-length pants.
Now oft, when on the couch I lie,
The doctor asks me what I see.
They flash upon my inward eye
And make me laugh in fiendish glee.
I find my solace then in bottles,
And I forget them axolotls.
PLEASE NOTE: The disappearance of any living creature is a horror. I do not mean to make light of the passing of one of the earth's wonders. I mean only to harken back to a time when words were sometimes slung around for the sheer fun of their spelling.