I Wasn't Always the Nurturing Type - Wait I'm Not Now Either
I was reminiscing today about fish. Why? How did we get onto fish in aquariums. Oh right, the co-worker that took cooked lobster on a flight on a Wednesday to eat on a Saturday. Right. They had a run on toilet paper in Ohio.
Remember the ping-pong ball game at the fair where you could win a fish and they would bag it and you had to lug it around with you for the remainder of your festive fun time? If you think about it, this is quite the experience for a little fish from Central Jersey who really wasn't aspiring to much more than chum, a Ferris wheel for Christ's sake! I won 3 of those red white and blue fish. What are they called? Are they flag fish? Did Mom make that up?
The problem with fish is they don't bark, meow, scratch, or run in front of you, nor are they terribly good at getting your attention let alone indicating there is a problem. One fine day I was waltzing through the dining room (I was maybe 8, I waltzed well though for my age) and the fish bowl caught my eye. I peered in and realized, with saucer eyes, the fish were dead (I told you I wasn't a nurturer) I found my mother who gently informed me to flush them down the toilet - life's tough, suck it up(hmmm I wonder where I got it from). I poured them into the toilet and they disappeared! *POOF* gone! Shocking but sooooo cool.
Not long after that I started collecting toads. I had an aquarium and see if you can tell where this is going. . . I kept it on my radiator in my room (with the pink shag rug of course). I forgot to feed them, for quite a while. They were little skeletons when my attention turned back to them. That's awful.
Years later we did the beta fish thing, we had a fish named Ricky and an accompanying snail named Martin - ahh the 90s. Ricky died, we buried him, the cat dug him up and ate him. We replace him with 2 Molly fish? They died, I just flushed them and said I buried them. WHAT?? Oh like you wouldn't.
Go Fish
Remember the ping-pong ball game at the fair where you could win a fish and they would bag it and you had to lug it around with you for the remainder of your festive fun time? If you think about it, this is quite the experience for a little fish from Central Jersey who really wasn't aspiring to much more than chum, a Ferris wheel for Christ's sake! I won 3 of those red white and blue fish. What are they called? Are they flag fish? Did Mom make that up?
The problem with fish is they don't bark, meow, scratch, or run in front of you, nor are they terribly good at getting your attention let alone indicating there is a problem. One fine day I was waltzing through the dining room (I was maybe 8, I waltzed well though for my age) and the fish bowl caught my eye. I peered in and realized, with saucer eyes, the fish were dead (I told you I wasn't a nurturer) I found my mother who gently informed me to flush them down the toilet - life's tough, suck it up(hmmm I wonder where I got it from). I poured them into the toilet and they disappeared! *POOF* gone! Shocking but sooooo cool.
Not long after that I started collecting toads. I had an aquarium and see if you can tell where this is going. . . I kept it on my radiator in my room (with the pink shag rug of course). I forgot to feed them, for quite a while. They were little skeletons when my attention turned back to them. That's awful.
Years later we did the beta fish thing, we had a fish named Ricky and an accompanying snail named Martin - ahh the 90s. Ricky died, we buried him, the cat dug him up and ate him. We replace him with 2 Molly fish? They died, I just flushed them and said I buried them. WHAT?? Oh like you wouldn't.
Go Fish
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