I must be a killer. A cold hearted killer. I clearly lack normal human emotional. Why? Because I want him dead. Dead as in D. E. A. D. Sayonara. Six feet under. Dead as a doornail. Outta here.
No, not my husband.
Our fish. Our pet betta fish (which, for the record, is male like everything else in my house).
Our fish who we’ve had for about 3 years now.
Our fish that we originally bought for The Youngest.
Our fish that no one even acknowledges except my husband.
Our fish who lives in a bowl that no one cleans except me.
Our fish that no one feeds except my husband.
Our fish that can’t do anything except swim. Around and around and around.
Our fish that has appeared to be on death’s door for about 12 months now . . . But JUST. WON’T. DIE.
So I’ve stopped cleaning him. And he’s now swimming in a bowl full of his own toxic waste and filth.
Does that make me a bad person?
Yes, I realize he’s one of God’s creations.
Yes, I realize he deserves to be here just as much as the rest of us do.
But honestly, I feel he has very little quality of life. And I might just be doing him a favour . . . if you know what I mean.
Maybe I’m the Dr. Kevorkian of the fish world.
Or maybe I’m just a cruel and heartless fish killer.
Or maybe I’m just tired of cleaning fish poop.
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7 Responses to “Thankfully It’s Not a Crime – or Is It?”
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November 18th, 2009 at 6:34 am
Well Dr. Kevorkian, I think you should just “do him a favour”… if you know what I mean, I for one would not hold it against you!!!!
November 18th, 2009 at 9:35 am
Maybe he needs a new “bowl”……like the toilet bowl?
November 18th, 2009 at 9:49 am
How could you?!! I’m calling the OSPCA!
November 18th, 2009 at 12:59 pm
Poor sad fish….He just won’t let go.
Thank goodness he has you!
I think…
=)
Visiting from Sits!!!
November 18th, 2009 at 3:56 pm
Haha…this is so funny because our first fish for the girls was a betta. And then we got another and put them in our huge tank with all the aggressive fish and the first betta was blue and ate a rock so she croaked…then the other one was pissing me off because it would scarf up all the food before anyone else could get to it and yeah I just flushed him down the toilet…I’ve flushed quite a few that we’re not dead yet so feel free to flush…flush away…I do….and I’m the only one that cleans the tank as well…sounds so much like my life….
November 18th, 2009 at 3:34 pm
God help me if I am am bedridden with the flu! “Here Hun, try this soup!!!” Yeah right!
Cher says: I already told you . . . husbands who don’t agree to get the vaccine don’t get sympathy either. There will be no soup for you!
November 18th, 2009 at 5:14 pm
I think you should make the hubby clean the bowl. You know, since he’s the one that’s all BFFs with the fish.
Maybe he’s looking to go on a little vacation… via the toilet!?