This morning I decided it was time to change the water in the fish tank. The sales guy said to change the water once a week, which I've interpreted to mean once every nine days.
Here is our fish tank, pre-water change:
Do you notice anything strange about that picture? Like, say, only one of the fishes having fins or a tail?
That's not just because I got lazy halfway through drawing.
In real life, I didn't notice the change right away. "Mommy, that fish looks dead," N noticed.
"No, honey, he's just holding still so I don't catch him," I told her (while trying to transfer the fish out to a bowl so I could empty their tank). Dead fish float, right?
But a minute later I had to admit that she was right. Also, EEEEEWWWWWWW. Gah. Why did I have to joke about survival of the fittest????? Why???
This whole "pets" thing was bad enough when I thought all I'd have to do would be to remember to give them food and clean water once every few days. I am SO not prepared to deal with gruesome fish murder.
The other fish, henceforth to be known as Murderfish, kept swimming frantically away as I tried to catch him so I could change the tank water. I think he realizes I know what he did. In the end I gave up, and am waiting for Viggy to come home and dispose of the dead fish, and figure out a smart way to catch the living fish.
Fortunately, the girls do not realize that Murderfish was involved in Otherfish's death. They think Otherfish got sick and stopped eating (and then his fins fell off, leaving only bloody stumps? I'm not sure what they think happened there).
RIP, Otherfish.
Now the kids are out playing or sleeping, it's just me and Baby E (who is now known as "[E] fat-face," but in a loving way). So I have to go do math. In the living room. Alone. With Murderfish.
Gah.
Maybe it's time for a softer, cuddlier pet. Like, say, a hamster. (warning - link not safe for sanity)
Here is our fish tank, pre-water change:
Do you notice anything strange about that picture? Like, say, only one of the fishes having fins or a tail?
That's not just because I got lazy halfway through drawing.
In real life, I didn't notice the change right away. "Mommy, that fish looks dead," N noticed.
"No, honey, he's just holding still so I don't catch him," I told her (while trying to transfer the fish out to a bowl so I could empty their tank). Dead fish float, right?
But a minute later I had to admit that she was right. Also, EEEEEWWWWWWW. Gah. Why did I have to joke about survival of the fittest????? Why???
This whole "pets" thing was bad enough when I thought all I'd have to do would be to remember to give them food and clean water once every few days. I am SO not prepared to deal with gruesome fish murder.
The other fish, henceforth to be known as Murderfish, kept swimming frantically away as I tried to catch him so I could change the tank water. I think he realizes I know what he did. In the end I gave up, and am waiting for Viggy to come home and dispose of the dead fish, and figure out a smart way to catch the living fish.
Fortunately, the girls do not realize that Murderfish was involved in Otherfish's death. They think Otherfish got sick and stopped eating (and then his fins fell off, leaving only bloody stumps? I'm not sure what they think happened there).
RIP, Otherfish.
Now the kids are out playing or sleeping, it's just me and Baby E (who is now known as "[E] fat-face," but in a loving way). So I have to go do math. In the living room. Alone. With Murderfish.
Gah.
Maybe it's time for a softer, cuddlier pet. Like, say, a hamster. (warning - link not safe for sanity)
I hope you give Otherfish a proper funeral. When I was a kid, my dead fish got flushed and guess who didn't want to pee in that toilet.
ReplyDeleteWhen you buy Fish the Third to see who will vanquish whom, buy tiny magical fish-catcher net too. And remember we anticipated this when Murderfish was added to the tank. Or was that Otherfish? Hmm...
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