Fish Casualty #1112457
I killed my mother's fish the other day.
I seem to have a serious kind of bad luck with fish. There was the incident in the pet store when I accidentally put one Chinese/Japanese (I forget which) Fighting Fish in a tank with another and they...started fighting.
Than there were the times when I had a series of fish when I was little and when no one was looking, would take them out of there tanks and watch them flop around until their flopping slowed and I put them back in the water.
But I don't like to talk about that.
My mother's fish though, that was the worst. It was her work fish. Her District Manager decided it would be good for customers if each Zales Jewelers had a little fish tank in the store.
Because fish make you want to buy jewelry, I guess?
So anyway, the fish tank was disgusting when I came to visit my mum one day. It was gross, the water was actually murky. So I said chastely,
"Mum what the hell is going on with the fish tank?!"
And she responded with "I know, isn't it awful, nobody wants to clean it and I can't be here all the time."
Determinedly, I took the tank in the back room and set out on cleaning it.
The tank was made of glass, like a big glass vase and....it broke, I screamed.
I don't know how it happened, it just broke right in my hands and fell in pieces to the sink. The fish was spasming widely and there was broken glass and those little blue sea pebbles everywhere.
I tried to grab him but he was just too slippery. His tail felt all slimy and I couldn't take hold of him. He was wriggling and flopping against pieces of glass.
He slipped down the drain.
There's nothing scarier to me then the sight of a fish with wide eyes, wriggling about a sink filled with glass.
After awhile I started crying and my hands were wet and one was bleeding a little and I just washed them and left the store.
10 minutes later I was home. 12 minutes later my mother was on the phone hysterical that there was broken glass in the trash and no fish.
Why does this stuff always happen to me, why??
I seem to have a serious kind of bad luck with fish. There was the incident in the pet store when I accidentally put one Chinese/Japanese (I forget which) Fighting Fish in a tank with another and they...started fighting.
Than there were the times when I had a series of fish when I was little and when no one was looking, would take them out of there tanks and watch them flop around until their flopping slowed and I put them back in the water.
But I don't like to talk about that.
My mother's fish though, that was the worst. It was her work fish. Her District Manager decided it would be good for customers if each Zales Jewelers had a little fish tank in the store.
Because fish make you want to buy jewelry, I guess?
So anyway, the fish tank was disgusting when I came to visit my mum one day. It was gross, the water was actually murky. So I said chastely,
"Mum what the hell is going on with the fish tank?!"
And she responded with "I know, isn't it awful, nobody wants to clean it and I can't be here all the time."
Determinedly, I took the tank in the back room and set out on cleaning it.
The tank was made of glass, like a big glass vase and....it broke, I screamed.
I don't know how it happened, it just broke right in my hands and fell in pieces to the sink. The fish was spasming widely and there was broken glass and those little blue sea pebbles everywhere.
I tried to grab him but he was just too slippery. His tail felt all slimy and I couldn't take hold of him. He was wriggling and flopping against pieces of glass.
He slipped down the drain.
There's nothing scarier to me then the sight of a fish with wide eyes, wriggling about a sink filled with glass.
After awhile I started crying and my hands were wet and one was bleeding a little and I just washed them and left the store.
10 minutes later I was home. 12 minutes later my mother was on the phone hysterical that there was broken glass in the trash and no fish.
Why does this stuff always happen to me, why??