No More Fish Killer

The Fish Killer (a.k.a. Wonderful Husband) is gone. No my hubby hasn’t left me. The fish have. The last two died. Surprise. Surprise. For those of you unfamiliar with my hubby’s serial fish killing, click here to find out just how many fish he has killed in the last two years. Click here if you want to add the neighbor’s fish to the total!

My girls have gotten used to it, but I still feel bad. So, when the last two fish died, I explained that their fish each had a life insurance policy. Huh?
When I handed them each a few dollars, they seemed to grasp the concept. While money can’t buy happiness, it sure can soften the blow of yet another dead fish!

Of course, now the girls want another pet. Ugh. They know I’m allergic to anything with fur, so that leaves birds, reptiles and amphibians because we’re so done with fish! Sweet Angel has been pleading for a turtle. I honestly couldn’t tell you if that’s a reptile or amphibian. They’re all scaly, green, slimy things to me. But we’re at least entertaining the idea, so my hubby and I told Sweet Angel to research what’s involved with owning a turtle.

She printed out several pages of excellent information and briefed us that evening. Then to illustrate the type of turtle she wanted, she showed us this picture and said “Look, they’re playing leap frog.”

Is that what they’re calling it these days?

I had to stifle a smile because she was so adorable and blissfully unaware of what was going on in the picture.

So, we’re contemplating getting a turtle. But we need to be very, very sure we know how to take care of one before it becomes Stephen King’s Pet Sematary around here.