And Then There Were Two
Yesterday I took the kids to Walmart (just to clarify, I really don’t like Walmart, but it’s convenient, the produce and dog food are priced well) to get a few things. As we were finishing up the excursion, in the dog food section, the kids squealed about “fish, fish, can we see the fiiiiiiiiiiiiiish”, so off we went. I don’t know how, but I got this brilliant idea. I really don’t know where this musing came from, but it came to me.
“Let’s pick out fish, guys!”
“REALLY?”
“Really!”
They immediately went to the tropical fish tanks and I had to explain about sixty hundred times that we didn’t have an aquarium and that they needed a filter and stuff. It wasn’t until the “pet department specialist” said the same thing that there were satisfied. We turned our attention to the goldfish tanks.
Each child picked one and I picked one for the baby. They all were giddy with excitement and all was well with the world.
When we got home we put them in Luna’s old tank (Luna is our dearly departed hermit crab that suffocated to death because we went on a trip and Papa was really busy and forgot to squirt water on the wall of the tank, but I digress). The kids went off to play, I tended to baby, and then made dinner. After we ate, the kids had some computer time and I came into the kitchen to get a bottle. I looked over at the tank, smiling at our four new fishies, only to see that there weren’t four fishes happily swimming, there were three. One had already kicked the bucket and the other three seemed to be talking about it.
“You know we’re going die in here.”
“No, maybe we won’t.”
“It’s what we do. Goldfish die.”
I called out to the kids that one had died. They came and got it out and fish#1 was flushed away to the great fishie graveyard otherwise known as ‘the sewer’.
This morning we awoke to some more bad news. Another fish was in Fishie Heaven now. And then there were two. Let’s see how long they live. The kids seem to think that because I said they will probably die that they’ll die when we go to co-op today. I’ll let you know!
I have a feeling that we’ll be buying another betta fish soon.
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Did you hold the fish above your head when you went through the security things? They sometimes forget to tell people to do that.
I don’t know why, but I laughed at Dana’s comments! The mental picture did it, I think.
Nope, sure didn’t. Does this doom the fishies?
Aw, poor fishies!!! Bettas are hardy little things. Ours lived for over 4 years! If you get more than one, they need separate bowls though.
Cindy, Benny got a Betta Fish -named Zeener- on his 4th birthday and we had him until this spring. I’ll have to blog that story someday.