Reason number eleventy billion that cats are the superior pet.
Cats don't spontaneously spring a leak and spend a twenty-four hour period slowly feeding the carpet stinky water from a very large - 30 gallon? - tank, eventually spilling over to the floorboards beneath and creating inexpliable, strange markings across your basement ceiling, making you wonder, "Huh, is that water damage I see above my bed? Can't be! My room is under other rooms and there are no pipes that go between the floors over that part of the house. I'll just take a photo of the weirdness that must've been there all along and then check on it in the morning to see if it grows." Then, finding your cat waking you up with purrs and a wet butt, you think to yourself, "Oh, god, did the cat pee the bed?! Oh... no... My hands don't smell like pee. Why are you wet, cat---oh my god, no, it WAS a leak. Fuck me fuck me fuck me UGH wet bed. DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!! It's raining in my room. D:"
To sum up, our fish tank in the guest room leaked. There was about five inches of water left and six very confused fish. I have performed fish rescue (the catfish practically leapt into the net in an attempt to escape the horror) and emptied out the remaining water and plants (OMG jungle). My mother and I are alternating use of the shop vac to try and suck up as much water from the carpet as we can, despite the fact the shop vac is crap major, spraying about a quarter of the dirty water back out all over me, the walls, etcetera.
All this, before fucking seven in the morning. On my day off when I have a million things to do. When my parents both have jam-packed work days and can't be home to deal with the mess.
I'm not proud of it, but I seriously considered just shifting to the side of the bed where the ceiling wasn't dripping down and going back to sleep. So tired.
To sum up, our fish tank in the guest room leaked. There was about five inches of water left and six very confused fish. I have performed fish rescue (the catfish practically leapt into the net in an attempt to escape the horror) and emptied out the remaining water and plants (OMG jungle). My mother and I are alternating use of the shop vac to try and suck up as much water from the carpet as we can, despite the fact the shop vac is crap major, spraying about a quarter of the dirty water back out all over me, the walls, etcetera.
All this, before fucking seven in the morning. On my day off when I have a million things to do. When my parents both have jam-packed work days and can't be home to deal with the mess.
I'm not proud of it, but I seriously considered just shifting to the side of the bed where the ceiling wasn't dripping down and going back to sleep. So tired.