Had a rough phone call with someone who is good at making people have a difficult day and while they were saying how hard their day is and how they don’t have any help, all I wanted to say was “Well… my fish died last night.” So I understand you feel overwhelmed and like nobody cares but… you didn’t have to come home to a dead pet that you had to flush down the toilet.
Bernie was even on the Dog and Pony Show website.
manbythesamename:
i got to spend the day at Liberty Science Center with this beautiful lady. good times had by all…even the fish.
No breaking and entering was involved in this excursion… well… maybe not intentionally. They really need better signs on those… back doors. Whooops.
RIP Oscar
Went to feed my fishies this morning and something looked a little askew. I checked behind the plants and all around the tank but couldn’t seem to find Oscar, my 6” Albino Cichlid.
I quickly glanced behind the tank and there he was, on the floor, between the tank and the wall. He leaped to his death. Oscar was a suicide case. My heart was immediately broken. I had to wake up Scott, my apartmentmate, to help me get him out from back there… and Scott was so good about it as I stood there crying. I didn’t have to touch Oscar, didn’t have to look at him… in the baggie he went and that was it.
What a shitty morning, guys. I could really use some fish puns. Got any?