Banning died tonight.  He was getting fin rot, I went to get him something to help clear it up... and wasted $6.  I came upstairs before my workout and saw him sitting at the bottom.

"That's a dead fish."

"No, he's ok."

I reach in and pick him up.  "No.  He's gone."

I cried, took him outside, placed him in the stream, retired his bowl, and cried ( Read more... )

So today was not the most productive day I have had.  So far as my thesis goes, anyway.  It just wasn't a good day for my concentration for some reason.  Only got a page and a half of notes written in 2 hours.  Not to mention the fact that I was only in the library for 2 hours.  Well, I met Allen for lunch, so it was a good excuse.  We ate, went to ( Read more... )

"It's a fishy miracle!" Michelle says with glee.

And thats what it seemed like.  He was... almost catatonic this morning, after more than 24 hours passed since his... episode.  I spent the past 2 days contemplating the most humane way to put him down instead of letting him slowly starve to death.

Flushing?  No way.  That's awful.

Letting him go ( Read more... )

So, for some reason, Banning, my beloved fish, decided to jump out of his bowl.  We got back from the diner and I go straight downstairs.  I hear, once my folks are in the kitchen, "What's that?"

"THAT'S BANNING!"

"WHAT?!"  And I tear upstairs.

My fish is in the sink.  Not moving.

I pick him up, put him back in his bowl, and he falls straight to ( Read more... )