And yes, we killed them. But I never asked for the fish to be thrust upon us, we actually purchased them with the house. They came with the little pond in the backyard, which, come winter, would have to be cleaned out and drained.
And I feel really really bad about the fish, I do.
It all began on Sunday, when we made our weekly trip into town for church. I picked up some kind of air pump thing so that the water would be oxygenated when I brought the fish into the house for the winter. I confirmed with hubby that there were no other parts that would need to be purchased for the thing to work. Note to self, next time, confirm this with a knowledgable fish expert at the local Super Wal-Mart, instead of hubby.
So with confirmation that all supplies for my makeshift fish tank, aka, a rubbermaid container, had been purchased, I proceeded with the hour drive back home.
That night, hubby went out to fill the rubbermaid container with water and to catch the fish in the backyard pond while I put the little monkey into bed for the night.
When I returned downstairs the rubbermaid container was filled to the brim with water and was now home to seven goldfish the size of radioactive sewer fish.
He was looking at the box with the air pump thing with a disgruntled look on his face. I immediately knew what was going on.
"Let me guess, you didn't get all the parts for this thing to work, did you?"
"Ah, no, I didn't, I need the hoses apparently."
Oh, and here's some more wonderful advice from our resident fish expert... "but they should be fine until Friday when we go back to town....as long as we swirl the water around every once in a while."
Well, I knew he was full of crap, so that night I put the fish back in the outside pond, hoping it wouldn't freeze. It is October in the frozen tundra after all.
The next day the forecast predicted near freezing temperatures in the evening and almost 80 degree temperature during the day, don't ask me what the heck is up with that. And all the little old ladies in the neighborhood had blankets and sheets over their plants to protect them from freezing, so the next day I thought the fish'll have to take their chances inside with me cause it's going to be freezing out here at night.
So I brought them in, hoping that with some frequent water changes they'd make it until Friday when I'd make my next trip into town. It was just five days, would they make it??
Day one, looking a litle peeked, changed the water.
Day two, the two big ones, well, they're cat food now.
Day three, five left, and one floating on its side
And it was funny, cause, as you can see in this picture, it looks like the two really bright gold ones are trying to prop up the one that's half dead. It was like they were all banding together while being held captive in the gas chamber.
Day four, after another water change, they all perked up. But with a check in the evening, three of them had gone up to meet their maker.
Day five,
This is all that was to be found of the fish.
And Kaydn Rye, well he then laid himself still as board next to the rubbermaid container and said, "Look, I'm dead too."
How morbid is that?
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