That Fish Had the Sixth Sense

At exactly the same moment I finished Friday’s blog entry about hoping we don’t kill the neighbors’ fish, Feisty Girl yells to me, “Mommy! It’s floating!” I’m seriously not making this up. The irony was palpable. Although there were six fish in the house at this point, I knew the odds were against us. Sure enough, one of the neighbors’ fish died on our watch. My first thought . . . Oh, shit. My second thought . . . this is so going in my blog.

I believe that fish had “The Sixth Sense.” It wasn’t here six hours before it kicked the bucket, or in this case, the fish bowl. I believe that fish not only felt the aura of the six dead fish that used to live here, but also saw their decomposing bodies swimming in the bowl with him. I believe we scared this fish to death. What other explanation could there be? Fish Killer was at work. Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Fortunately, when Fish Killer, Sweet Angel and Feisty Girl went next door and returned 75% of their fish, the neighbors were gracious. But something tells me they won’t be asking us to watch their fish again. I can live with that.

P.S. I’m kicking myself for not taking another photo with Feisty Girl over the fish bowl with the dead fish (that would’ve been a great visual), but seeing the other three fish eat the dead one was so distracting I didn’t think of it. Of course, many of you might be happy I’m not posting dead fish!