My mother killed my fish.
After leaving my fish to the care of my ultra-earth-friendly college roommate for two weeks, I picked Boris up and dropped him off at my mother’s house on Monday. I fed him on Tuesday morning as he was swimming happily.
When I arrived home on Tuesday night, after a hard day at my internship, my fish was dead, at the bottom of his bowl.
Apparently, my mother had put him under a bright light, because he was in the dark shadows and “really needed more light.” Unfortunately, this just cooked his little body. There was actual condensation on his bowl because it was so hot.
Poor Boris. I miss my little Boris. And I have so much fish food left.
Oh good lord…That’s too funny!!! Sorry, I know it’s not nice to laugh at your pain, but it’s still funny.
Posted by: Aimee at July 1, 2005 02:13 PM
Aimee’s right… horrible and funny at the same time.
Posted by: Ian Ashley at July 2, 2005 02:24 PM
Sorry about your fish. I had a fish once or twice, they are both dead now. The last one was happily swimming in his bowl (in my room) while I made my little cousin lunch. When I came to tell my cousin that his lunch was ready, he was squeezing my fish in his hands (oooh it’s so soft, he said to me) I took my fish and put him back in his bowl… later that night, my fish died.
Posted by: Melissa at July 2, 2005 02:30 PM
I’m with Aimee. It’s really sad, but at the same time, sadistically humorous. Poor Boris.
Posted by: Baron at July 2, 2005 04:28 PM
I felt my fish was dying, so I did all I could think and dropped an Advil in…
poor poor fish.
Their lives are so fragile.
I wrote a Haiku:
Stacy’s fish got boiled
Mine O.D’d on an Advil
oh waste of 5 bucks.
Posted by: Rutty at July 3, 2005 02:30 AM