I Had a Fish

I bought a fish last weekend. Actually both James and I bought fish. We were originally just going to buy one fish and share him. Then I saw the pink one and had to have it.

We got home and made the tank all pretty; adding the rocks and weed and water. Let it sit and then added in our fishes.

Immediately I noticed that my fish liked his rocks a little too much. Hiding in between the rocks a lot. So much so that he was almost ninja-like in his ability to hide to the point where I couldn't find him Sunday morning!

Three days ago I arrived home. He was in between the rocks again, Rock Ninja I had named him for this very reason. Except this time the look on his face was scary. His back looked bent out of shape. It didn't look right.

I texted James explaining that I think my fish is dead. He thought maybe he was just playing and that I should move some rocks to see.

Well that confirmed it. He was gone.

Idiot, I immediately thought. I started yelling at him, this fish that is, explaining that I told him not to hide down in the damn rocks and that you would get stuck!

Not happy.

So I am thinking maybe going for goldfish, you know the black ones with the big googly eyes as my next pet.