Anyway, here is a story about voodoo fish.
After I had gotten over the sadness I felt after Flipper's death, I decided to wade back into the world of fish ownership. I had sworn never to own another goldfish, because it would remind me too much of Flipper and I just wasn't ready to deal with those emotions.
Plus, goldfish are stupid anyway and I wanted something prettier.
So I decided to try out betta fish.
Betta fish are beautiful colorful things with long, graceful fins. They are also way too hard for me to draw, so here is a picture from the Interweb:
I bought one betta and excitedly set him up in a new tank ... but I didn't know what to name him. I had already used the one good fish name I could think of on Flipper, so I decided to take the easy way out and name the fish after someone I knew in real life. And thus did the voodoo fish come into being.
Everything was going swimmingly with the voodoo fish (hehe see what I did there? Swimmingly???) until one day the little bastard up and died.
Also, did you know that fish don't actually float when they're dead? They sink. At least, that's how I always found them.
I knew I had to make a phone call.
A simple "thank you" would have been nice. I mean, not everyone gets advance warning that they're about to die. Sheesh.
Then I went back to the pet store and bought a new betta fish and named him after another friend, and the whole thing started all over again.
I think my friends were pleased when I grew bored with having bettas, because it was quite stressful for them, never really knowing when I might call and scream "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE" at them.
In totally unrelated news, have you ever noticed that 90% of the time when someone tells you to "calm down," you're completely calm and they're the one that's all crazy and worked up?
I always want to point that out when it happens, but I'm pretty sure that wouldn't help.
And there you go. Enjoy your weekend, everyone.