Fishy issues are quickly surpassing puking issues when Alan heads out of town. Although, after all the cleaning I just did, I feel like puking wouldn’t be all that difficult to do, and quite likely easier to clean up.

Last night Jack decided to empty the entire container of fish food into the tank. I’m sure he was only trying to be helpful. I was gone at the time for a night out with friends and Rian tried valiantly to remedy the situation on her own. She grabbed two fish without the aid of a net. In her quick thinking to rescue the poor suckers suffocating in a murky mess, she punched holes in a baggie and scooped them up. (She had panicked a bit and couldn’t find the the net.) She even changed the filter twice over the evening as it became so gunked up.

This morning I scooped water, dumped water, added more water, used the tubing to suck the nasty water, added more water, sucked more water... it was an icky mess. Every time I added more water, it stirred up more decomposing fish food. So the cycle continued for a few dozen gallons of water while I tried to get it down to a reasonable level.

When I went to transfer the other fish back to the tank one of them began flopping violently. Poor sucker flopped herself right out of the net and onto the floor. I squealed. I scooped her up with my bare hands!!!! All the while cursing the fish, cursing myself for thinking the fish were a good idea, and cursing Alan for being out of town. In the end, we are on vigil again. And I had such an awful thought while taking care of this mess. Ha, fish are disposable pets.

*Please note. There was a sitter here in the evening while I was out.*