“The fish is dead,” my husband shouted through the bathroom door as I was clearly indisposed.
“So, why are you bothering me?”, I found myself angrily responding.
“Well, because I need to flush him,” my husband answered me back.
“Well, I am in the bathroom and if he is dead, I think he can wait a few minutes. It isn’t like he is going anywhere!”, I retorted now even more than a bit annoyed.
Actually, if you must know I added a few colorful words in there as well, but for the reader I will leave that and other things to your imagination.
However, why does my family always decide that when I am finally quiet and taking care of business to annoy the crap out of me literally?They are all out to get me, even the fish!!!
Anyways, I will get back to the actual story here.
We have had a total five fish and this was actually the last of that pack to up and die on us.
Still my husband got this genius idea that we needed another fish instead of leaving well enough alone.
Why you may ask?
Because the one poor, lone poor fish that was left, needed a friend.
See after losing power from a storm for 48 hours prior to this that rendered our filter unusable and that did enough fatal destruction by taking out 3 out of the 4 fish we had, the tank now was also filthy and unlivable.
Honestly, It was a miracle that the last surviving fish did live to tell the tale, but live he did and was actually thriving.
But then my husband thought and actually said out loud, “We should get another fish to keep the poor guy company, plus it could be a gift to him.”
Sounds harmless enough. So, we went and added the fifth fish.
But Murphy’s Law got us the best of when we should have just very well indeed left well enough alone (cue ominous horror movie type music!).
Still, once the tank was all cleaned up and the filter was changed, the new little guy was added.
However, all was not well in fishy world in our little tank as the two remaining fish seemed to have an aversion to each from the beginning.
The original storm survivor, who loved swimming all over the tank and would actually come up to the glass to practically to have a conversation with us, when we went over to him, was now stuck in the righthand corner, while the new guy was in the lefthand corner. It was like a boxing match and they each took to their corners!!
That said, the lone storm survivor didn’t even make it two days and was found pressed up against the filter. He had gone to fishy heaven or so we told our young girls!!
Life move pretty quickly though (think Ferris Bueller) with us once again having to clean the tank again for the new guy to continue his stay, where he was seemingly OK, yet he was not as active as the original fish. We chalked it up to his wet mop personality, but still something wasn’t right.
Right before that fated knock on the bathroom door, I had actually checked and oddly enough, the fish was moving more and thought to myself, “Maybe he is feeling better and the worst has past.”
But only an hour later, he was gone and had joined his other four fishy heavenly friends.
I felt terrible to hear that he too didn’t make it, but seriously did he have to do it while I was in the bathroom.
Is nothing sacred around here?
Seriously though he will be missed, because he fit right in with the rest of my family by not letting this girl use the bathroom without causing some kind of ruckus to interrupt the one theoretical quiet time of my day.
I guess it is only fitting though and seems my whole family including the fish is in on the conspiracy to keeping this mom from getting a few minutes alone in the bathroom!
By the way, my husband actually said and I quote, “You should give the fish a tribute on your blog.” I guess the moral of the story is be careful what you wish for!
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