I want to tell you guys a story.

I don't like to talk about it, but I feel like sharing it today.

Here it goes...

 

I had a fish named Paramecium.

He was black and had these big, puffy, inflated eyes. 

I housed him in a large coffee pot I found at GoodWill. 

He was gnarly.

 

One day, I decided his pot was looking a bit scummy.

So I took his pot into the bathroom and grabbed all of the equipment to clean his house.

I had the fishy pooper-scooper net,

A colander for his rocks,

and temporary lodging (being a tupperware container from the kitchen).

 

We both knew the drill,

he swims into the net, I scoop and plop him,

clean his junk

and scoop him back in.

I might even reward him with a flake of food. 

 

But that night, he became exceedingly exciteful and decided,

under no circumstance,

was he going to go into that net. 

 

I began nicely,

holding the net in his vacinity, hoping he'd just back into it

like a blue cobweb of sorts.

Nope.

So I had to resort to drastic measures. 

I thought I'd just trap him up against the side of the pot,

give him nowhere to go but in.

However, in the process,

 

I may or may not have squished his gills.

 

I finally got him into the blasted fish pooper-scooper,

but he began to swim sideways. 

 

I left the room, a wee bit upset (I may or may not have been teary eyed)

only to return to the room to see him swimming just fine.

THAT LYING DRAMA QUEEN.

 

I cleaned his pot and scoop-plopped him back in.

 

The next day, I got back from school and saw him floating at the top of the pot.

 

I guess I really did squish his gills....

So The Sibling flushed him for me, laughing as I cried. 

 

It wasn't so much the fact that he was dead,

it was the fact that I held precious life in my hands,

and squandered it.

Also it was just a bad day, so the dead fish was the icing on my cake.

 

I only had him for six days.

But during that time we'd bonded and grown close. 

 

 

That was a few months ago, and now that I have grieved, I feel that I can now move on. 

I now introduce you to:

ThunderClap (the one with the fancy butt) and StarDust (the causian one).

They are lovers. 

(However, part of me wonders if they're siblings...)