So last week I totally got conned into buying a fish for Caroline. I don’t know why I haven’t mentioned it yet because, heaven knows, it’s about the most exciting thing that’s gone on around here in days, but I realized I needed to let y’all know we bought a fish so when it dies in the next few weeks and I write a post about our fish dying, you won’t be all like “What fish? You don’t even have a fish”.
Here is our fish.
Caroline really thought outside the box and named him Nemo. It was an exceptionally original choice, not only because of the movie “Nemo”, but our last fish was also named Nemo. I asked her if maybe she wanted to call him Nemo II, but she insisted on just Nemo.
It kind of reminded me of when we took in a stray dog for a few weeks a couple of years ago and Caroline decided to call him Uncle Bruiser. For three weeks, we had Scout, Bruiser and Uncle Bruiser. Although you have to admit that adding Uncle to a moniker really gives it that extra something special. Just ask Ted Nugent.
Anyway, it all started when we went to the hardware store to pick up some paint swatches. There’s a pet store right next to the hardware store and she asked if we could just go in and look around. Clearly, the heat has made me insane because I said, “Sure!”.
I have every reason to believe she walked into that pet store with a strategy in place. She immediately saw the bunnies and asked if she could have one. When I refused, she moved on to the birds. Oh right. Like I’m going to have a bird in my house. There aren’t enough sedatives in the world for me to have a bird that has the potential to learn to talk. It was bad enough that one of the birds in the store knew how to make a sound like a dog’s squeaky toy. Every time that dang bird squeaked, I jumped out of my skin like a nervous cat on amphetamines and Red Bull.
After she received the no on the bird, she began to look admiringly at the hamsters and gerbils, otherwise known as dressed-up rats. By the time she asked me for a betta fish, I was relieved to buy just a fish. I felt like I’d escaped some deeper level of pet hell, when in reality I’d just been totally played. There is not a doubt in my mind she was gunning for the fish the whole time.
We brought Nemo home in the requisite plastic bag with a rubber band and I began to search for our old fish bowl. You can imagine my delight when I found it out in the yard, filled with water and covered in algae. Apparently, Caroline had been using it to conduct “science experiments”. If her hypothesis was that leaving a fish bowl full of water out in the South Texas sun would cause it to grow green fur and drive her mama crazy with the all the bleaching, then she absolutely proved her theory.
After the bowl was clean, we dumped Nemo in the water, then I pulled out the instructions on how to care for your betta fish and read number one, “Leave your fish in the plastic bag and put bag in new water to give fish a chance to acclimate to the new surroundings.”
Oops.
I guess it would have been helpful to read the instructions beforehand.
P came home around lunchtime and we introduced him to the newest member of our family. P is a fan of fish. In fact, he brought an aquarium into our marriage that we kept in our dining room for the first two years of our marriage. It was a dark time that I don’t like to dwell on for too long.
(Having the aquarium in the dining room was a dark time, not the first two years of our marriage. Just wanted to clarify.)
(It’s not that I didn’t enjoy the fish, it’s just hard to decorate around a wooden aquarium stand that screams “Bachelor Pad”.)
Caroline told P all about her new fish and P said, “Hey! I wonder if he would eat one of your Sea Monkeys?”
“Oh Daddy! Can we feed him a Sea Monkey?”
What kind of sick people do I live with?
Those Sea Monkeys are pets. I have been through a lot with those Sea Monkeys. My sweet friend Amanda gave Caroline those Sea Monkeys about two months ago and in that time I have managed to kill them countless times only to have them rise from their overfed ashes like the Phoenix. I am emotionally invested in those Sea Monkeys.
I should have known Caroline didn’t feel the same way when she wore them around her neck in the Sea Monkey Friendship Locket to go eat sushi. It never even dawned on her that she was eating the larger version of her pets.
P told her they could feed Nemo a Sea Monkey when he got home from work. Sure enough, later that evening they sucked one of the Sea Monkeys out of its tank and took it into Caroline’s bedroom. I stayed in the kitchen because I couldn’t bear to watch. Two minutes later I heard excited squeals and laughter as Caroline yelled, “HE ATE IT!!! HE ATE IT!!”
And that’s the last thing Nemo has eaten. Ever since he had a taste of live Sea Monkey, he refuses to eat his normal fish food. Or maybe it’s not the Sea Monkeys. Perhaps we bought the fish version of Ghandi and he’s protesting something. All I know is boyfriend won’t eat.
(He may be a girl for all I know. He just seems like a manly fish.)
This is why I’m telling you we bought a fish. Because if he keeps up this hunger strike, it won’t be long before I have to inform you that Nemo has gone on to a better place.
Y’all have a good weekend.
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I once had a beta that refused to eat. I bought it in college because I needed something to nurture. Something apart from the out of date junk food in my fridge. I took it on several subway journeys across the city to various pet stores for expert advice on why he wouldn’t eat. After countless experiments with dry food, wet food and FROZEN BLOOD WORMS that turned the water a disgusting colour and came under the name of fish pops, I gave up. I was tired of cleaning those disgusting worms out of the bowl every two days. So finally? What did my compassionate, needing to nuture self do? I didn’t feed it for a week and then gave it some dry food. I’m happy to report that Wesley (Princess Bride) lived to the ripe old age of four.
We had a female betta for a couple of years, which was a couple of years too long, in my opinion.
Betta’s are carnivores (go figure!), so once they get a taste of meat, like sea monkey’s, they get finicky! But they also don’t need to eat daily, either, so she could just be not hungry. I think they like mealworms. Caroline would love that!
We had a Nemo (goldfish). I was never so happy as when that fish died.
FYI you got the easiest fish ever to care for. They are so durable. We have had ours for well over a year and I killed many gold fish prior. Those betta fish are fighters I tell ya
Forget to feed him every few days -no problem. forget to change is water a few weeks – no problem. Fantastic choice 
Oh, and what on earth are sea monkeys? LOL Maybe you will kill him hehe
Hold a mirror up to him and watch him puff himself up for a fight, I’ll bet then he’ll eat so that he can fight that OTHER fish.
Earthworms. The boys love earthworms. Have collected hundreds. Sadly few survive the ride in the dump truck to the earthworm farm (which is really a 100 qt. cooler that has lost it’s lid and can longer serve us by storing deer meet to & from the processor).
Good luck Nemo!
We had two goldfish that my kids “won” at a VBS kickoff one year. yay. (Evil VBS people!!) I thought those stupid things were going to live to see my kids graduate from college!!! I went into my son’s room one day, and casually looked over at the fishbowl – no fish! It had decided to LEAP out of the bowl, and I found it on the floor, still alive, but NOT in good shape. It lived for about 2 more days.., swimming sideways, and looking like a gargoyle. Ick!
My daughter’s fish lived for about 3 years. We left it on several occasions to go on vacations, my DH and I secretly hoping to find it “asleep” when we got home. Did you know they can go without food for a week and be just fine?
No more fish in my house!!!!
Oh, fish. Especially the betas are not allowed in our house. Several years ago my youngest brother’s beta fish jumped out of the bowl when I was trying to feed it. It flopped on the counter top as I stood in the kitchen screaming. I was the only one home and the fish died.
And though my brother is now 17 years old and he was about nine when that happened, he still refers to it as when “My sister murdered my fish.”
Y’all have fun with the new Nemo!
Oh my gosh…that is hillarious! I teach school and got roped into getting a goldfish for our classroom. Uuuuggghhhh…I hated cleaning that nasty bowl!!! Good luck…hopefully Nemo will start eating again!
My sister always liked to have fish, but I learned early to stay away from that trap! I don’t know what I’ll do when my son looks at me in a few years and says, “Mama, can I?” Maybe we’ll have a rule that we can only have carnival fish – those things die off pretty fast!
LOL!!! im so laughing with you not at you because we have gone through similar adventures!
right now we have a beta fish that is a little over 2 yrs old! i keep expecting to wake up one day and see him floating at the top of his little bowl! He is a champ! he has been through multiple moves, who knows how many over feedings and nasty nasty water! 
he keeps going! 
good luck to you and to nemo!
his friend freddy (thats what we call our fish) says hi! 
Only you would get a fish with a strict Monkey diet! LOL!
If you want some real entertainment with the beta fish…put a small mirror up against the tank. It will think it’s another fish!
We’ve killed more fish in this house than I care to count. I automatically apologize to every one we bring home.
The same way I apologize to the vegetables that go home to die in the refrigerator bin.
I happen to know that there are things you can feed a beta that may speed the demise of said fish. I may or may not have experience with a beta bathroom bowl funeral because of something I accidentally dropped in the fishbowl. Just saying.
Beta fish always make me laugh. My roommate in college gave me one for my birthday one year… because she “knew” I wanted one. Really?!?!? Anyway, I managed to keep that fish alive for the rest of my sophomore year and then took it home to spend the summer with my parents in south Louisiana while I went on to do bigger and better things. A few weeks into summer, my mom called to tell me that Oswald had died. Apparently you can’t leave beta fish outside (even on a covered patio) in the summer because they will eventually be cooked. Just FYI… if you accidentally forget and leave him outside. Then Caroline can have sushi for dinner!
Ughhh! Thanks for the memory of the huge fish tank in the dinning room during early marriage. Ours was 75 gallons and it was more than 2 years. One fish was carnivorous and ate all of our other fish and grew so big that he could not be flushed downn the toilet. He was eventually set free in a local creek…I am pretty sure some 4 year old has lost a finger to that creature still lurking in the creek.
Best of luck with your Beta! They are pretty hardy and you may have him awhile.
We had many Nemos. The one day, I noticed Nemo wasn’t moving. I told my then three year old that Nemo had died and gone to heaven to be with Jesus. She ran into the bathroom, grabbed her step stool, put it next to the dresser then yelled, “Mommy, he didn’t go to heaven, he’s right here!” I hadn’t been able to take him out of the tank yet and when he died, he was caught in one of the plants and seemingly alive and upright as he should be. Too bad she missed the death side swim of the night before.
I’m happy to report that we are currently fish free.
Honestly, Nemo doesn’t look so good in the photo.
Our fish tank at home is like a season of “Survivor”. Every morning we turn on the light to see who’s left.
Oh, how I feel your hatred of a fish tank. I had a moment of mental lapse and bought Madyson a tank when she was almost two. Those darn goldfish just won’t die!!! (Unless you flush them….ahem.) After two years of cleaning that tank I didn’t even feel guilty about it. There is nothing more disgusting than cleaning a fish tank.
My mother mentioned buying another tank for the kids and I’m pretty sure my blood pressure rose to stroke level in that moment. There’s NO WAY I’m cleaning another tank. NO WAY.
Oh my lands, you crack me up everytime! I feel the same way about pet stores as you do, but my kids aren’t old enough to play me there yet. Oh but my time’s a comin’.
The cat part was funny… I always say “as nervous as a cat on crack.”
Have a great weekend!
My daughter had a beta named Enzo, we had him for almost two years, until I accidentally killed him about two weeks ago. I think the water I added to his bowl because I was too lazy to clean it out, was too warm, oops! I really don’t mind fish though because we went and got two new ones that night. One for the oldest and one for the youngest. They are named Ettore (my husband thinks all pets should be named after cars, at least he didn’t insist on that with our children) and Dr. Man (not a car name but when your 2 year old says that is what she wants to name her fish, you have to do it because it’s hilarious!) Beta are so easy to care for though.
My husband and I had a beta after we first got married, and then we got a cat. Well one day we came home and Bentley had eaten Sushi for a snack! He must not have tasted too good though because he left half of him on the floor!!
ok, i don’t know much about fish but i think i know the shopping center you are talking about and they now have a new candy store. every time we eat pizza there we have to go look at the bunnies and now we have to make a stop in the candy store. i must say, i’d rather buy gourmet marshmallows over fish any day of the week.
Maybe we can work out something! I have an AWESOME crop of Sea Monkeys looking for a home…
http://myboynelson.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-to-any-home.html
If you ever decide on a bird, I’m the go-to! We definately have a bird farm going on here..and not knowing anything about it, so far, so good! They don’t talk, they just coo, and they coo A LOT:) We are white dove-breeders without a clue but if your precious Caroline wakes up one day and says, “I want a dove” and you say yes, please call at once!
Blessing to your family and Nemo,
Kaye
Matthew 21:22
Funny! When we lived in Kyiv, I tried about 3x to buy a fish and they wouldn’t let me- seriously. So when we came back to the States for a visit, my mom bought my daughter a fish to have at her house and she named it Garfield. We’d taken her to that movie in Lithuania because it was in English at the theater and they had Lith. subtitles (sometimes you’ll do anything for a bit of Americana). Have a great weekend!
My daughter had the bright idea of using beta fish as the table centerpiece at her wedding reception…..We repeatedly told people to take the fish on your table home with you at the end of night (they were in nice marble-filled bowls) but we ended up with several at our house that were abandoned. THEY LIVED FOR YEARS. It became a routine topic among our friends—whose fish were still alive weeks, months…YEARS after the wedding!
Our Betta fish lasted just long enough to not be able to return his carcass to the pet store for a refund. Did you know they only give you a 14 day guarantee? True story.
You’re so right.
A matter of time.
Courtney bought a small aquarium and two fish she named Bonnie and Clyde. They were interesting all right. Bug-eyed, puffy fish. One might’ve been a clown fish.
They didn’t stay around long enough for us to find out. When fish one died, Courtney the sixteen-year-old cried like a baby. And I was left to scoop that thing out and flush it. Like she didn’t know that was going to happen sooner or later. Just not so soon, I guess.
Fish two didn’t make it much longer. Courtney was in complete denial when the fish would flop on one side. “He’s still moving,” she convinced herself.
He’s gone now.
Then my future Redneck son-in-law helped my oldest daughter scoop up some tiny sand crabs at the river.
Sheer delight.
And then they died and stunk up the whole house.
I really should post on this stuff.
Big Mama, you inspire me. Perhaps I’ll stop hogging the comments and just post from all of this inspiration.
Good decision refusing the bird. We went to a friend’s house for bible study and the entire time we were trying to have our discussion her pet bird was singing at the top of its lungs. Not that it wasn’t whistling a pretty tune while modeling gorgeous feathers, but how in the world do they get any sleep in that house? And it was a tad bit distracting trying to carry on a serious spiritual conversation without cracking up mid-sentence.
Every time we see a fish, my son calls it Nemo and he colored Dori the other day on his fish color sheet. I think that movie has become a classic!
The only fish I ever had, my mom killed with Life Cereal. I wouldn’t eat my breakfast fast enough one morning and I was making her late for work. Maybe I was too busy talking to my fish, I have no idea why she did what she did next, but she grabbed my bowl of mushy Life cereal (milk included) and dumped it all in the fish bowl. Then we raced out the door to wherever it was we had to be.
Obviously, the fish was dead when we got home. I never found that story even remotely disturbing, I always thought it was funny, until I just typed it out just now. Now I’ve got all kinds of issues with it. Ah, well, off to therapy…
I’m so happy that I could give the gift that keeps on giving.
I totally feel your “pet” we had a gerbil for 4 1/2 yrs, then it died, and we got another gerbil it lasted 6 months. Then we got a dog! What was I thinking??!!
One of my college roommates had a Beta Fish – ‘Crackers’ – that lived an abnormally long life and liked to drink beer and smoke Well at least that’s what Friday night visitors must have thought b/c that’s what was always in Crackers tank on Saturday mornings…..
As far as fish go, he was ok.
We currently have a goldfish, also aptly named Nemo, and my 4 year old talks to him every day! It is just the funniest thing you’ve ever seen! He got so big I had to get him a bigger tank…and now, he’s even getting bigger!! Time to get him a friend!
I bought my son a fish when he was around 7, we got home, he asked “so when it is going to start playing with me”? (He’s an only child) anyways after I explained the nature of fish we put it into its new shiny fish bowl and five minutes later it was dead. He cried. He is now 23 he said he doens’t remember the fish and the death but I’m still scarred by that memory.
ROFTL! Tears, Big Mama. Tears. You so got played! As a kid, I wanted a parrot and a ferret. My mom vetoed me, too.
Where’s my sister’s comment on fish? When we were teenagers, she bought six guppies because a guy she had a crush on worked at a pet store. They all died. One committed suicide by jumping out of the bowl. I don’t know what happened to the rest.
Strong willed fish!?
Only you could be so lucky Bigmama!
Don’t cave…..he’ll come around.
There has to be some deep spiritual lesson here.
Keep us posted.
It probably is a boy. The males have the pretty fins. If you do let it “fight” the fish in the mirror, be prepared for it to have split up fins. (Don’t ask how I know.) Maybe just don’t mention that fighting part . . .
MAN! Funny comments!
My son and I are currently “beta-sitting” my best friend’s son’s fish. I was kind of worried about leaving him while take a weekend trip to the lake (there is NO way in heck that fishbowl is coming in my car just to splash the mushy food/poop water all over), but now after reading the comments, I’m reassured “Thomas” will be fine. She told me just feed him everyday, and its okay if he dies, really really okay. And that she wouldn’t cry if there happened to be a tragic accident while they are gone, where we accidentally walked too close to the toilet and Thomas jumps to his death.
We’ve had several betas, all of whom have had premature deaths due to toilet accidents, but I could never murder Thomas. Probably.
Maybe you should get some more sea monkeys…
I’m with you on the gerbils and hamsters. My kids want one too but I don’t think I can get past the rodent thing.
Thanks for the laugh.
Mar
OK I’m confused about the whole sea monkey thing. I went to their website and am still confused…maybe i’m slow. Or maybe it’s the humidity here. How do you wear a live sea monkey in a necklace?? That’s a little disturbing
is that pile of goo at the bottom of the tank the sea monkeys? i’m sea monkey stupid. it’s the one pet we’ve never owned. i think i actually thought they were plastic things that “grew” when you put them in water.
ok. the photo of the sea monkeys made me gag. blech.
Key to keeping a beta fish alive- always use bottled water. I’ve had fish live more than 2 years and make trips across the country in our car’s cup holder.
My littlest guy loves fish and I refuse to get one. Lasting impression made on me when a friend’s beta jumped out of the bowl, to his death, of course, but left fish goo on a couple of the bills, paperwork, etc. on the counter top. We saw his/her trail during those last moments of life. EEEEEEEEEWWWW! We did fish-sit a month or so ago and that was just enough. Pets are highly overrated. I say that because we have a psychologically disturbed dog. I wonder if Uncle Ted would like to adopt???
My brother and SiL have betas. They’re a little tired of them quite frankly… inherited them from some friends who moved across country and didn’t feel like dealing with the hassle of moving fish. So D&S took them in, figuring “how long can 2 dumb fish live?” Almost two years and counting, as it happens. Occasionally they’ll just chill in the bowl by floating around upside down. Apparently, they’re possum beta fish. I can’t tell you how many time Amy’s seen the fish “backstroking”, convinced that uncle and auntie’s fish has gone to be with Jesus.
You may have to either invest in a sea monkey farm or find a nice “fish farm” for Nemo to reside at when “he gets too big for his bowl and needs lots of room to swim freely”. Maybe that’s just what I would do…
I love this entry!
Also, I am totally printing it out to show to my mother. She’s so totally a fish person even if she’ll never admit it.
Also, she hates being mentioned on the Internet, so, um, when I said “mother,” I was using a code name. Honest.
My husband brought a hideous wooden aquarium stand into our marriage as well. It stood in our living room for a whopping five years before I could get rid of that thing!!
Good luck with Nemo!
Oh, PETA is gonna have a heart attack over this one. Hahahahahaha!
You know…I’m praying.
Okay,this should blow ya’ll out of the water.(Pun intended).I have a parrot fish that I purchased 12 years ago this December.He’s still goin’ strong!And girl,your life should be a reality show.The nielsen ratings would be through the roof!
Did you treat the water? San Antonio water will kill a fish faster than you can say “Sushi.” They sell the water treatment drops at the pet store.
“like a nervous cat on amphetamines AND Red Bull….” – a word picture that will stick with me for a WHILE, so thank you for that, gave me a chuckle…. Did they tell you to put your Beta in front of a mirror? They get all excited and look very beautiful when they see another Beta… they are considered “fighting fish” and apparently yours is fighting hunger!
Its a male. I used to breed and raise bettas for a few years. We had a room full of fish tanks. You would have gone mad. And the sea monkeys, they’re basically brine shrimp, a favorite of bettas. (You can actually buy the eggs and a hatchery in the fish food department.) And they love the live foods. Key to keeping a betta in such a small container, keep the water clean. They can dirty it up quick, especially is you’re putting sea monkey water into it when you feed them.
“…dressed up rat”.
Excellent and priceless post BigMama.
I read this to my 5 year old son. We cracked up! We have also had our share of toilet funerals. Currently, we have Dorothy, one of the fattest bug-eyed goldfishes ever. And, yes, I was conned into buying her, too. :-S THANKS for the laugh!
Toilet funerals – heh. We had our share of those, too. Please don’t follow our progression on to Easter chicks; so tragic (compared to fish, anyway).
And this is why I visit your blog on a daily basis (even on weekends in the hopes that you wrote something =)).. I laughed out loud!
On a more serious note, I had a beta that lived for close to 5 years! It would actually leap out of it’s little bowl sometimes, I truely thought it was trying to commit suicide.
I would stock up on those sea monkeys, Nemo might be around for a while.
ha ha ha this was soooo funny
We just got my daughter a beta for her thirteenth birthday. Her fish does party tricks! It likes to float at the top of the bowl on it’s side. Just when you think that for sure she is dead…she goes back to swimming around like nothing happened. My daughter finally named her “mia flipflopperfish” (reference to princess mia in princess diaries). The other day Mia actually was nose down in her rocks. not moving. I thought the time had come…cause i didn’t think fish did headstands. especially when I tapped the bowl and there was no movement. I even told my daughter her fish died. then…nope! she swims happily again. tricky fish.
Too freaking funny. =]
I am holding a moment of silence for all us mamas who are all too familiar with pet issues.
Mercy, mercy.
I’m not sure whether I should pray for the fish or pray for you???
Haven’t been over here in a while (I took a break from my blog to work on a book), but I’m SO glad I stopped by today.
Thanks for the laugh…we’ve had MANY fish in our house over the past few yeas and we are finally down to one. According to the man at the pet store, this one was only supposed to live a maximum of two years, and here we are going on four.
I even stopped cleaning the fish tank about four months ago (bad mom, I know), because I just KNEW the little guy was going to fish Heaven any day. But he’s still swimming around–in a very green and very mossy fish tank.
The funny thing about it is, when my mom was visiting last week, she told me how GOOD algae is for fish. And I realized it’s probably because I haven’t cleaned the tank that he’s doing so well. Go figure!
Enjoy your pet!
My daughter had a beta named Calvin that eventually became mine…(someone had to take care of him).
We bonded and when he died, I was inconsoloable……gave him a Christian burial in the back yard (buried in a cardboard Macy’s jewelry box)…
Iknow, I’m sick.
We had a beta several years ago that my son named “Ruffy”. Ruffy lived 6 days. Jordan cried and cried as we had the funeral around the drain that leads to the ocean.
So then we got “Ruffy II”. He lived a week and a half. When he died, I asked Jordan if he wanted to be the one to flush him like he did Ruffy I. He said, “No, you flush this one, I’ll flush the next one.”
Great.
My son thought a fish’s life expectancy was 6-10 days.
Never one to give up a challenge, I got him another one. This time, the helpful pet store person told me they do better with an antibiotic in the water. Just a drop or two, every time you change it out. Mmm Hmm. Apparently, this was a crucial piece of information, because Ruffy III lived 2 years.
Years ago, my daughter brought home a goldfish from a carnival. She won it you see. How lucky!? Bought a bowl and food and darned if that fish didn’t live for about 5 years. They can surprise you sometimes. We all still talk fondly of Frickles. (Yep, that’s what she named him. I’m thinking a goldfish might be in her son’s future now and he can be Uncle Frickles.)
beta’s don’t eat much. i think you’re only supposed to feed them like twice a week. so maybe he’s still full.
good luck with the fishy!
I have no idea what a sea monkey, but keep us posted on Nemo.
oh my goodness, my son did the same thing to me and I still agree that the fish was better than the stinky gerbil. But the betafish died in five days after the store keeper promised me he’d live longer than the gold fish. Our friend has had the same gold fish for 3 years. we sold the fish bowl at our garage sale. we be done with fish.
Oh mylanta! Been there, done that fish thing so many times I can’t even remember. One of our fish barely even made it to our (also algae-encrusted) fishbowl because, unknown to the usually very astute mother
our toddler put the fish in a Pringles can for the road trip home. “But, Mama, he wanted to get out of the plastic baggie. . .”
Enjoyed discovering your blog~
Cathy
My youngest daughter has had her betta fish for 3 years. (I don’t know what their lifespan is…) This fish HATES me. Every time I walk into her room, it will puff up its head at me (I don’t know how a fish can recognize certain people, but this one always knows it’s me, because he doesn’t puff up at anyone else in the family…)
My husband says I am the only person he knows who can piss off a fish…..
But I will say that this fish is MUCH better than the smelly pet mouse our oldest daughter brought home from college and has now decided she no longer wants….my youngest daughter is now caring for it. I wanted to put it in our garage sale but she won’t hear of it.
Maybe I can “accidentally” leave its cage open so our cat will “take care” of it….
Have you ever went to comment on something, only to completely forget what you wanted to say after you entered your name and e-mail? LOL…
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