Fish Killer: A Confessional
Approximately nine or ten years ago on a warm Sunday afternoon, a tragedy occurred. This is the story of the one I called "Mr. Fish." He was a beautiful, vibrant, yellow guppy who unfortunately met an untimely death. His death was the result of a murderous tank-cleaning rampage. Here is my confession:
I had purchased Mr. Fish from a pet store in Apple Valley, Minnesota. I had him for only two short months before I murdered him. Along with purchasing Mr. Fish, I had unknowingly purchased the weapon used to end Mr. Fish's very existence. Its sleek packaging disguised it as a "rock algae cleaner" that is supposedly safe to use while your fish are still in the tank. I should sue for false advertisement (I wonder if the statute of limitations applies to murdered fish).
This is hard for me…but on that Sunday afternoon, the tank needed cleaning. I took the torture device from its package and placed it in the tank with Mr. Fish. Things were going along fine…for about a minute. Then…In a homicidal fish rage, ok, not homicidal, Mr. Fish swam too close to the vacuumess fish killing device. He was brutally sucked into the vacuum. I immediately squeezed him back out of the vacuum, but it was too late! He floated…in the wrong direction.
I immediately attempted to perform fishie mouth-to-mouth (ok not really, but I thought about it). But it was too late for poor Mr. Fish. A mere five seconds in the vacuum had robbed my treasured yellow guppy of his life. I feel as though I have committed fish-slaughter in the second degree. I should be in jail…or at least on probation. No debt that I can pay to society can ever bring my Mr. Fish back. I deserve to be punished for this injustice. It should be a state law that no one who has ever sucked up Mr. Fish's in a vacuum shall ever be allowed to own a Mr. Fish again!
I also must confess that before Mr. Fish, I had Fred and Barney. Mr. Fish was the replacement for these poor lost souls. They probably died from a dirty tank.
As of today, I still do not own a guppy. However, I have graduated to a 46 gallon tank, and I have lost fish, but I have not murdered any of them I promise. Any deaths have either been of natural causes, disease or humane euthanasia done by my significant other (I make her do it now). I clean the tank VERY carefully and use EXTREME caution (and unusually have adult supervision) to avoid any mishaps.
So my name is Chane and I am a fish murderess. Ok well I was a fish murderess, now I'm not one so much anymore.
You must know I told this story out of shear guilt of losing this particular fish, he was gorgeous, and I was thrilled at having my first tank. I was distraught over killing this fish at the time and as you can tell, ten years later, I have never forgotten about that damn fish. I hope you enjoyed my story.
2 comments:
You are so silly co-chair!!
I once had a beautiful fish named E.J. and my roommates took him away from me to be put in protective custody. Apparently cleaning the fish bowl is a must? Weird.
I remember Mr Fish and will never forget that sunny day when he met his untimely demise.
Kari
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