Fish Not Kickin Anymore

The first post I ever did on this blog was about our fish, our unnamed Gourami who was the sole survivor of a bunch of fish I bought a long time ago. He moved with us, in a vase, and I finally got him a bowl to replace the aquarium he used to be in.

A few minutes ago, Brenden came in and asked me what happened to his fish. The fish isn't in the bowl, he proclaimed! HUH? So, I went to examine the bowl. Alas, the fish was, in fact, missing! So I asked around to find out if anyone took the fish out. Nope!

Slowly, Brenden and I walked back into his room. We looked around and gasped when we saw the fish, laying still under a table and chair, a few feet away from the bowl he called home.

Poor fishy. He somehow got out of his bowl, and then proceeded to move himself over a number of feet across the floor, under a table, finally settling beneath a chair, where he died. :(

Brenden was sad. And wants new fish.

Plant Dead; Fish Still Kickin

When Ethan was born nine and a half years ago, my Grandma Doris had a plant sent to the hospital. It was the Ethan Plant. It grew and grew and was beautiful, and I was very concerned about its well being since it was, in fact, the Ethan Plant. One day about a year ago, our puppy Harley knocked the Ethan Plant over and the main stalk broke in half. I was so sad! But, alas, there was a baby plant that had started growing next to the big one. I cherished it and was so thankful that the Ethan Plant would live on. Unfortunately, this baby Ethan Plant did not survive my last move. I think it is officially dead now and I am officially sad. :(

On a brighter note, the fish with no name has a new home. He no longer resides in the cereal container, but in his very own fish bowl with a plastic plant and everything. I told the man at the pet store that I wanted to buy another fish to keep my fish company and he suggested that I not do that...since they would just kill each other anyway! To this, my mom, who was with me at the time, replied "Well at least they'd be having fun!" Ah mom.

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.