Beccaning Call

R.I.P.

So we're saying bye to TWO fishes this week. Sebastian bit it the other day and now Chili just died, stuck to the filter tube, bringing back horrible memories from my 7-year-old self when Sparks died in such a manner*.

(*That would lead one to believe that I am a curse to fish, but that's not the case.)

Rest in peace little buddies, in that big toilet bowl in the sky, as we are left here to scratch our heads and wonder what the fuck caused you to just give up the will to live.

My money's on bird flu.

2:26 a.m., ETA: The little pleco, my lil dustbuster-lookin' fish is ALSO dead. WTF. He didn't even have a NAME yet, even though he died right after the two-week-money-back-Petsmart-promise.

The last thing i went to deal with right now is dead pets. Fish are supposed to be easy! Mordecai and Enrique were never this much of a hassle. Argh. STOP DYING, FISHIES.

Please.

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posted by Becca @ 12:16 AM