Back in August my brother in law and sister in law decided to buy us a couple of fish, they were named "Li'l Aric" and "Li'l Jess".
We are not pet people, I'm more of a human person vs. animal. But since they were a gift I took care of them as best I could. Within the first week or so Li'l Jess committed suicide. I was cleaning out the fish bowl when she took a giant leap straight into the garbage disposal. I screamed when she did it and called Aric right away to tell him. He wanted me to put my hand in the garbage disposal to see if she was still in there. Yeah Right!
So for the past eight months Li'l Aric has been all alone. He even survived being ignored for nine days while we were in South Carolina. We thought for sure he would have starved to death...but nope.
Last night while I was doing the dishes we had a crazy storm roll in. So I thought I would take a couple of pictures...
This was the sight just outside my kitchen window. That is snow.
Ten minutes later it looked like this. That is sunshine.
Just after I took that picture, I looked down and saw this:
I have to admit it, I screamed like a little girl and called for Aric. But seriously...how does this happen! How many goldfish have you known that have committed suicide? He jumped right out and landed on the counter...so CRAZY!
I had Aric carry the stiff little sucker and put him in the toilet to be flushed out to sea.
You would think that the story ended there...but no. As soon as Li'l Aric hit the toilet water his fins perked up and he started moving.
So we quickly took him out and put him back into his bowl.
He seemed a little slow, which Aric attributed to brain damage from being deprived from the water for so long.
Unfortunately, by this morning, he was a goner.
Aric flushed him this time, even though Eden could see his fins barely moving. It was just the right thing to do. Clearly he would of had a DNR order if he could've.
So we are back to being a no pet family and that's the way it should be. We obviously are not cut out for it, as our only pets have taken their own lives because we are so bad.
Now I just have to convince Eden that it is okay to use that toilet again. She's afraid that he might come swimming back and she might find him in our toilet...while she is on it.