Later my younger sister and I kept a fish tank in our bed room and would turn on the florescent lights of the tank and sit on our beds listening to the Deep Forrest CD and watching our myriad of goldfish. The actually cleaning of the fish tank was what eventually did us in.
Last night I spoke at a Young Women's meeting, and was given two of the fish that were purchased for the center pieces. I brought them home, not realizing that they were probably having a hard time with the chlorine, water temp, etc. The smaller one perished in a jar on my kitchen table.
This morning Kip and I went to Wal-mart, left quickly, went to Animal Ark, and purchased a one gallon bowl, two gold fish, food, etc., and a small $1 castle. I always wanted a castle. We assembled everything and after a few traumatic moments (dead fish in toilet, almost dead but still alive fish getting dropped in the sink, etc.) we're able to get all three fish in. It's still a little cliquish, and I've been asking the two larger, better looking, stronger fish to please go talk to this third little guy who has just been through a great loss. Names pending.
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welcome back ;-) We are on a fish haitus. According to 'fish people', goldfish are some of the most difficult to care for. Good Luck with them and you may want to read up on some hints on the net. ;-) I can't wait to learn their names.
I love a good fish story. PS. We named our Beta Fish "Vicious." It fit.
This is how long I've been out of the Orem scene: "Animal Ark? Is this a new animal-themed water park?" I can't believe you killed a fish.
Ah yes, those were the days!
Do you remember "baby" who ate the fish like a man?
Hey Bethany - I had no idea you and Kip had started a little fish family. The things I learn about my children on their blogs! That was fun to read.
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