A Tragedy

OK, so the other day I told a lovely story about a fish. He is the new member of the family. We are going to enjoy him so much. Mark loves him. Blah, blah blah.
Well here is the thing, I have murdered another of God's creatures right here in my very own home. Last night when I went to bed and A.F. was perky and happy in his little fishy world. This morning I got up and went to feed the little beast and he was floating and not in the good way. I really am a fish murderer. Jason was right. Oh, how I hate it when he is right.
So before I got Mark up I got rid of the evidence and filled to bowl back up with water. He didn't notice anything missing this morning. So, tomorrow we are going back to the fish store and getting another fish. I feel a vicious trend starting again. And I can't stop myself.
Let this be a warning to all fish owners. DON'T LET ME FISH SIT!!! Oh, I will tell you everything you want to hear when looking for a good fish sitter.

"I have had fish for years." (a different fish every week for years.)

"I feed them everyday and keep their water changed often." (Not often enough)

"I love them to death." (maybe I do love them to death.)

Don't listen. I am not good with fish. But, hey, if you are looking for a dog, cat or baby sitter I am OK with those. It's a good thing too. You have to dig a much bigger hole to bury a dog. I am a little more attached to my non aquatic friends too.

Thanks to all the encouraged me in my fish endeavours. It looks like I am going to need a lot more so keep it coming.