I am a murderer... of the fish. So Mason got a fish tank for his 2nd birthday because he had been obsessed with the movie Finding Nemo. We went to the pet store during our 4th date night in 2 years (yes, birthday present shopping on date night- very romantic) to pick out a tank and the essentials minus the fish a couple of weeks before his birthday so that all we would need to do is grab the fish and we would be all set. We set up the tank after he went to bed the day before his birthday party and I have to say, I was pretty psyched about all of this. I had a fish tank when I was younger and although never had much luck with the fish- I always thought fish tanks were cool. Now that Mason was so excited about fish every time we see them I thought- what a perfect gift.
The next morning, we still had the tank hidden and Eric went to get the fish. He came home with five pretty little tetra's that we were told are pretty easy to take care of. The store has a 14 day return of dead fish policy and I thought smugly- we won't need that policy- we have got this. Withing that 14 day window, 4 out of 5 of the fish were dead. One by one they just kept dying off. I was starting to panic about it and honestly felt pretty guilty about killing off these poor little things. As it turns out, we got a "bad batch" of fish... or so Eric told me (maybe to ease my guilt)... who were in a truck that broke down and the back of the truck where the fish were got really hot and so the fish were half way gone already which why they just kind of hung out at the top and never really swam around.
With that batch of fish dwindling fast, we decided to replenish the supply of fish and returned the dead fish for 5 more little tetra's. In our defense these new fish did seem to have a little more "pep" then the first set. Despite this new "pep" a few of the fish have since perished leaving a lonely 2 fish left in our care.
Two lonely fish... that is all that is left. Now I am terrified that we are going to kill these ones too. Every morning I check in on them practically holding my breath thinking in my head "please don't be dead, please don't be dead!" It is terrible. I feel like I have the fish tank from the movie (without the really pretty expensive fish and a much bigger tank) Finding Nemo and every time I come near they all scream "AHH- SARAH!!! with that horror movie music when the serial killer is about to jump out of the closet in the background. They like to hang out at the bottom corner at night and when I am up with Cooper for his middle of the night feeding I walk past and it takes everything in my power not to tap the glass to get them to move around- like if I give them a jolt that it will prevent them from just sitting down there slowly dying and I won't find them belly up. Alas, I resist the urge and now about a month and half later they are still with us. If a pelican starts taping on the window though, I know we are in trouble!
Stay with us fishies (as Mason calls them)... I feel guilty enough about the other 8 fish we have already sent to the big ocean in the sky- 2 more might put me over the edge and force me to abandon our attempt at fish and move on to trying not to kill some hermit crabs.
The next morning, we still had the tank hidden and Eric went to get the fish. He came home with five pretty little tetra's that we were told are pretty easy to take care of. The store has a 14 day return of dead fish policy and I thought smugly- we won't need that policy- we have got this. Withing that 14 day window, 4 out of 5 of the fish were dead. One by one they just kept dying off. I was starting to panic about it and honestly felt pretty guilty about killing off these poor little things. As it turns out, we got a "bad batch" of fish... or so Eric told me (maybe to ease my guilt)... who were in a truck that broke down and the back of the truck where the fish were got really hot and so the fish were half way gone already which why they just kind of hung out at the top and never really swam around.
With that batch of fish dwindling fast, we decided to replenish the supply of fish and returned the dead fish for 5 more little tetra's. In our defense these new fish did seem to have a little more "pep" then the first set. Despite this new "pep" a few of the fish have since perished leaving a lonely 2 fish left in our care.
Two lonely fish... that is all that is left. Now I am terrified that we are going to kill these ones too. Every morning I check in on them practically holding my breath thinking in my head "please don't be dead, please don't be dead!" It is terrible. I feel like I have the fish tank from the movie (without the really pretty expensive fish and a much bigger tank) Finding Nemo and every time I come near they all scream "AHH- SARAH!!! with that horror movie music when the serial killer is about to jump out of the closet in the background. They like to hang out at the bottom corner at night and when I am up with Cooper for his middle of the night feeding I walk past and it takes everything in my power not to tap the glass to get them to move around- like if I give them a jolt that it will prevent them from just sitting down there slowly dying and I won't find them belly up. Alas, I resist the urge and now about a month and half later they are still with us. If a pelican starts taping on the window though, I know we are in trouble!
Stay with us fishies (as Mason calls them)... I feel guilty enough about the other 8 fish we have already sent to the big ocean in the sky- 2 more might put me over the edge and force me to abandon our attempt at fish and move on to trying not to kill some hermit crabs.
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