I have 3 responsibilities: care for the dogs, feed the fish and keep an eye on the house. Two of the three responsibilities are going quite well. The third - not so well. The fish. It's dead. Dead, as in totally deceased. (Sigh.)
Never have I killed a fish. I mean, I had a fish commit suicide. He totally jumped out of his fishbowl only to end up in that "big fishbowl in the sky" if that's even where deceased fishies go.
Tonight I watched a cute YouTube video of a little girl telling her videotaping mom that her fish looked dead because the other fish had nibbled on him. How sad...being attacked by your fishy friends. What tragedy.
Soo my fish conundrum is as such - do I just dump the water and fish out? Am I required to bury it? Should I make a grave market? I cannot flush him. He's kind of big and I am pretty sure he is not flushable.
I really did not plan on having to bury a fish.
I hope the human to whom he belongs still thinks I am the greatest Fun Angoe this side of the Mississippi River.
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