My fish tried to commit suicide.
Apr. 21st, 2004 04:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kageotogiI've managed to traumatize my fish for life, I think...
Okay, so I went to class around 2:50, okay? I'd just given Phish a lá Bruce the Fish his medicine, which usually makes him a little spastic, but I figured he'd be cool, so I didn't put the lid on the hospital tank. I got back from class around 4:20 and I looked in the tank and... no fish. So I looked on the floor and such, desperate to find the fish, and eventually saw him, covered in dust, behind my desk. Seemingly dead. So I picked him up and put him in the trash (it was empty. Don't give me that look. Then I called Joan to tell her about it and then my brother, at home. While talking to my brother, I decided I wanted to give the fish a funeral, so I got him out of the trash and put him on a tissue. I started getting the dirt off and then...
And then he twitched.
My brain went HOLY FUCK at this point in time and I freaked out a little. Then, recovering my sense, I put him back in the hospital tank.
Bruce is alive, amazingly enough, but just barely. He's also very dirty--still--and his eyes are looking kind of weird. I think that, if he lasts through the night, he'll be okay again. I hope.
So that's my fun story of the day...
edit: he's dead.
Okay, so I went to class around 2:50, okay? I'd just given Phish a lá Bruce the Fish his medicine, which usually makes him a little spastic, but I figured he'd be cool, so I didn't put the lid on the hospital tank. I got back from class around 4:20 and I looked in the tank and... no fish. So I looked on the floor and such, desperate to find the fish, and eventually saw him, covered in dust, behind my desk. Seemingly dead. So I picked him up and put him in the trash (it was empty. Don't give me that look. Then I called Joan to tell her about it and then my brother, at home. While talking to my brother, I decided I wanted to give the fish a funeral, so I got him out of the trash and put him on a tissue. I started getting the dirt off and then...
And then he twitched.
My brain went HOLY FUCK at this point in time and I freaked out a little. Then, recovering my sense, I put him back in the hospital tank.
Bruce is alive, amazingly enough, but just barely. He's also very dirty--still--and his eyes are looking kind of weird. I think that, if he lasts through the night, he'll be okay again. I hope.
So that's my fun story of the day...
edit: he's dead.
