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After only about five weeks of being fish caretakers, we’ve managed to hold two funerals. I don’t think those are very good numbers. (And the fish would probably agree.)
Tonight we “buried” (Ahem… flushed) our second fishy in a “touching” ceremony that involved Alex and Kirstie eagerly watching every move as Dad “fished” the motionless little guy out of the tank, carried him over to the toilet and plopped him in. Comments like, “It looks like he’s swimming!” and much giggling ensued as Black Eye went for a final, swirly swim.
Are goldfish supposed to last a little longer than this? We managed to go a couple of weeks without another death in our fishy family… but… two in five weeks?
(The CountryMax folk would have you believe it’s very relevant that the two expired fishies were both purchased at Walmart…)
Well, we’ll keep trying our best. They are still fun to watch. (When they’re moving…) and the kids love them.
Hopefully there will be no more fishy funerals any time soon!