In an effort to self soothe from the stresses of work, I went to the pet store to get a small fish bowl for my office. I adopted 4 small guppies, Shakespeare, Hamlet, Yorick and Horatio. (after all, I am a writer.)
To assist in the maintenance of this bowl, I further adopted 2 bottom feeders, Sollozzo and Barzini. (after all, I am Italian)
The story of these fish is crazy. I have killed 3 bottom feeders, one leaped to his death and was in the disposal before I could catch him. Fearing he would die a painful slow death without water, I had no other option but to turn on the disposal. I cried for about 10 minutes.
Then another dies, then another. I went back to the pet store and they said I had to feed them, with algae. I did and must have over-algae’d them and yet another goes on to meet his maker.
This morning when changing the water, I found poor Yorick on the bottom, floating listlessly on his side. When scooping up the live fish to put into the transfer bowl, I accidentally picked him up with Hamlet. Hamlet stunned by the site, literally jumped out of the dish and on to the counter. I am now screaming in the kitchen and my poor mother is peeing her pants laughing. I was able to catch Hamlet before he too met the same fate as Yorick.
So, for now, they all lived happily ever after.
Author’s note: Yorick did received a proper burial.