Wednesday, September 8, 2010
A Tale of Two Fishies
Once upon a time, about a week ago, I decided that I needed a fish. It was simply a necessity and my dorm room could not go on without it.
Tonight, finally, we set out on a quest to find a fish. We traveled to a specialty aquarium store, but they were pretty overpriced and their bettas (which is actually what I kind of wanted) looked depressed. So, we went to Petco. They were much more affordable and had a pretty nice selection. And then I saw it.
The food tank.
Crammed with about a million fish for thirteen cents a piece. I simply had to save them.
Oh sure, the lady warned me they wouldn't last long. But I assumed this would mean like a week? Maybe two if I got lucky. The point was, I wanted a fish in my life, and this was the way to do it. So, I bought some food and some dechorlinizer (if that's not a word, I don't even care) and was on my merry way with two fish that I rescued. And I named them Princess Consuela (insert Friends reference here) and Punjab.
We got them back to the school, put them in the tank, and they promptly died. Ten minutes later.