Fish oh fish oh the icky fish, ding dong the icky fish is dead! He’s gone where dead fishies go, the trash, the trash, the trash oh! Ding dong, the fish is dead, the fish oh fish oh the icky fish….
Yep, last Wednesday I saw it going belly up. Thursday it was dead. Thursday afternoon, it was removed to the dumpster in front of our garage. And I added water to the murky tank and put in clean filters and fixed the underwater gravel. And I let it run.
Saturday I decided it looked clean enough and I hopped in my little Escape and putt putted my way down to the local Petsmart (don’t much care for the fish departments at the local Petcos) and bought me some new fish. Ten neon tetras, five white cloud tetras and ten blue finned danios or some such thing. Got some fish food, some cat toys (hey, it’s not a trip to the pet store without buying something for the fur faces; granted, the fishies were for Sammy, but you just have to get something that all of them might possibly enjoy), signed up for their club and saved ten bucks on the fishies. (Speaking of which, they neglected to charge me for the white clouds and it’s been bugging me ever since I realized this. The receipt has been sitting on my desk and I finally called them up and told them. I was told that officially, they request that I come back in and pay for what I got. But unofficially, just figure if any of the fish I didn’t get charged for don’t live, I can’t go in and get a free replacement. She told me “we won’t miss them”. *lol* I told her I was just nervous about Karma getting me back. She laughed. I wasn’t being funny, I was being serious, Karma scares the hell out of me. Well, at least I made the call, and I didn’t really expect all twenty-five fish to make it. They never seem to, anyway. If they do, then I’ll figure Karma isn’t too upset.)
Came home, put the bag with the twenty-five fishies in the water and let it set for about a half hour, then I released them. The first day they hung out in seperate groups, danios at the top and tetras at the bottom, but now they know it’s safe to use the full tank.
Surprisingly, Sammy isn’t as enthusiastic as I thought he’d be.
Sammy, before I brought in the new fish. He hasn’t visited the tank since.
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