Well, I said we'd never do it, but it's done...we have a fish. My experience with fish involves a lot of them being "buried at sea" if you know what I mean. Still, Allison has just been dying for one. We were in Wal-Mart, and I happened to look over at the Betta fish. I asked "the guy" how low-maintenance they were, and it really sounded reasonable. They live in tap water, with some chemicals added, and are only fed every few days. Now, keep in mind that my experience with Betta fish is hearing about guys in college buying two of them and having them fight to the death, in front of a few entertainment-starved slackers on a Friday night. From this, I determined that, if a college guy could keep one alive long enough to fight, maybe we could keep one alive for longer...so I caved and said, "I think we could do this, it doesn't look very complicated...no filters, no pumps, change 1/3 of water every few days...how hard could it be? So Cathy takes Allison to Wal-Mart last night and gets a very pretty maroon-purple-blue looking guy. He's already had two names (which, if you know our family, is really pretty unremarkable): Bill, then Klaus (pronounced, "clouse", rhymes with "mouse"). She keeps talking about wanting to, "play with" Klaus, at which point I have to remind her that fish are pretty much just living decoration for your home. We'll see. He survived the night, so now I only have to wait until Sara wants, "her own" fish. Give them an inch...
3 comments:
Phil,
Great post!!! You really should be writing a column in some newspaper. Very interesting, I can't wait to see Klaus up clouse.
Ha.
DOD
They are pretty hardy little guys. Lilly would always take hers out of the bowl and we would find it some time later laying on the bench. We'd pop it back in the bowl and it swam around. It actually lived abtou a year.
When I was younger, I remember my mother having two of those, [in diffrent bowls of course]. But anyways, one day I thought I would help my mother out by cleaning the house, and the bowls go along with the house, [my mother wasnt home at the time] so I took one of the fish and put it in the same bowl as the other, so I could clean the first bowl. Before I knew it, one of the fishes pretty much had his whole mouth around the other fishes head. I had no clue they were like roosters, [ 2 males togther, meaning fight till the death]. It scared the hell outa me. So just make sure your daughters are aware of not putting another fishy in with the first one.
:] good writing btw.
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