Tif: I’m getting an extra caramel, extra whip caramel frapaccino, you?
Me: *sigh* nonfat, sugar-free, no whip iced caramel latte.
Tif: Your drink makes me sad.
Me: Me too. So number 5 reason why I shouldn’t own a fish again… are you ready for this?
Tif: Probably not but lay it on me.
Me: Ok, so it had been a couple of years since Fishy’s traumatic first year and things were good. Although he had lost vision in his only eye. So when it was feeding time I would have to tap the water until he came up and then push the food into his mouth.
Tif: Oh that’s so sad.
Me: I think he liked it. It was always sad watching him try to find his food with only one good eye, so this way was a lot easier for him. But I was leaving over Christmas break and felt he was getting too old to make the trip so my roommate agreed to watch him.
Tif: oh Fishy, does he make it through the holidays?
Me: Barely, I got back from vacation and this was the conversation I had with my roommate.
Roommate: Your fish is the devil!
Roommate: So you were only gone a day when I come in your room to feed him and he’s floating belly up.
Roommate: Chill he’s fine, but that’s what I screamed when I saw him too. So I’m freaking cause you’ve had him for like ever!
Me: 3 years, but ya I can see where you were going with that.
Roommate: Right, so I freaked and thought maybe I could just buy you a replacement fish and you would never have to know.
Me: A replacement fish, who’s blind and has one eye.
Roommate: I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD! Only the minute I touched him he flipped over and swam there with his mouth open.
Me: … oh ya… sometimes when he sleeps he kinda gets turned around. When you touched him he thought it was food time.
Roommate: Oh really? That’s so interesting and possibly something you could have told me BEFORE YOU LEFT!
Me: Geez sorry I forgot he’s just been doing it recently. Plus I didn’t know you would be so flush happy!!
Roommate: Never ask me to watch you fish again!
Me: Oh um ya, That’s a given!!
Tif: Well that’s not too bad, I mean close call but it ended okay.
Me:… ya… but like a week later I woke up to find Fishy doing the belly up thing again. So I crammed some food in his mouth and ran to class. Only when I came back later he was in the same position with the food hanging out of his mouth.
Tif: ooohhh Fishy.
Me: But I couldn’t be sure. Maybe he was just sleeping really hard.
Tif: ooohhh Mona.
Me: So I just kept kinda force feeding him.
Tif: For how long.
Me: I’d rather not say. But I finally accepted that he had died and… flushed.
Tif: I don’t want you to get another fish… ever.
Me: Me neither… But maybe…