Thursday, September 4, 2008

Fish and Fruit Loops


I moved recently...and took my one surviving fish with me. Not the disgusting fish tank he had been living in, just the fish in an old glass vase. So there he has been sitting, with little food and no room to move for five days. The guilt has been torturing me. Poor little fishy. He has no name. He has no real home. He has no friends. He has no food. So I have contemplated where to dump him. I can't dump him!! I wondered about releasing him into the wild and offered it as a suggestion to my kids. The oldest, Ethan who is giant and 9 years old immediately informed my 5 year old Brenden that if I do that, he will most definitely be eaten by a bigger fish. So Brenden insists that we keep his fish...and so there he sits. Tonight I decided that I had let the fish wade in his own waste for long enough but had nowhere to put him. After some quick thinking on my part, he ended up in an old tupperware-like cereal container with new water and everything! I leaned in to take a closer look at how happy he must have been and the scent of fruit loops filled my nose as I watched him peck his reflection in the side of the container. I shouldn't be allowed to own pets.

1 comment:

Brooke said...

That is funny...poor fishy! :)