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Ok – This is what’s left of Chaos’ fish-tank, in the post apocalypse. Seems the littlest love of my life thought it ABSOLUTELY necessary to feed the fish yesterday morning. It’s so easy to forgive when you walk in in the morning and there is his cherubic little face looking up at me saying “lookit daddy! I feed the fishies!” (I almost cry every time he does something so destructive with such an innocent attitude about it.)
I had to blog it. It was a whale of a disaster of epic proportions. The tank had become an orange cloud with green rocks at the bottom.
I almost photoblogged it, as I cleaned out the tank at 7am this morning before I went to work… I didn’t for three reasons:
1. I had just woken up.
2. I had not yet gotten dressed.
3. My bathroom has a mirror that covers an entire wall, all but ensuring a shot of me in my underwear circulating around the internet.
So I moved the fish into their new/temporary home, which by the way, my wife (who is all-knowing (true) and a great deal smarter than I am (at 7:30 in the morning)) tells me is crystal.
Well at least there won’t be problems with formaldehyde. No cheap trailers for MY fish.
So I cleaned the tank. Cleaning a fish-tank is gross work. Cleaning an ESTABLISHED fish tank is worse. Cleaning an established fishtank that just had two cups of flake dumped in it (killing half the residents) will make you wretch, especially at 7:30 in the morning. I gave the casualties the required flushing burial at sea. We lost 2 definite, one MIA…
Cassie had to help – obviously–probably explains the MIA.
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I dont like fish that much. But your kitty is SO cute.
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Oh no. A sad story, but hilariously told.
I tried to keep goldfish for several years. They were always simultaneously un-killable and on the verge of death. One swam sideways and upside down FOR YEARS. Also? After a few years they all changed color. The grey-black one turned white with orange spots. Never figured that out.
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I’ve spent scary amounts of money keeping my fish alive, not so much for Chaos, but Panic doesn’t respond well to changes in h is environment, so when his fish (cheap-o goldfish that got overfed and have grown into psychotic proportions) came down with a weird black fungus, I threw everything I could find at them as far as anti-fungal treatments.
When the fish get that big, you simply can’t replace them with a look-alike. The petstores simply don’t keep them that long.
Panic’s sleep patterns were helped greatly when I first put the tank in his room, the late-night bouts of awake-ness stopped almost immediately. The steady hum, the running water (makes me go to the bathroom) and the eerie light seemed to do the trick.
I’m not arguing, but if it comes down to it I’ll happily spend $20 keeping a $.99 fish alive.
I’m a sucker that way.
I’m with Melissa. I hate fish. The way they swim around t=with those nasty little poo tails hanging out. BLECH.
I hope Chaos is taking it in stride. My boys would’ve done the same thing methinks.
we had this little tiny fish, back when hubby and i first got married. it was his daughters. well…it hadn’t been fed in AGES. i knew NOTHING about fish. so…i um…fed it. and unfortunately…it was doing much better before i came along and um…fed it. r.i.p stupid little fish.
i hate fish. hate. them.
sorry…was that mean?
ok fine.
i like fish. salmon. dry. with a little dijon mustard.
My wife had a tank-full of guppies that after a little over-breeding (and overpopulating) decided to commit mass-suicide a-la heaven’s gate. She came in to find dozens of them dead on the table-top next to the tank.
Poor fishies
We had a similar situation here a few months ago. Bunker Monkey has a Betta fish, just the one, in a little couple-gallon tank. One morning he came up to me and said, “Mommy, look! Fish!” and held out his hand. And there was his poor fish; fortunately, Bettas can actually breathe outside of water for a short while (bet you didn’t know that!), and when we put him back in the water, he swam around happily, looking completely untraumatized. He’s still with us, a year later. But I am sorry about your adventure.