Every morning I run to the living room like an idiot to make sure he isn't floating. *sigh* Thoughts and well wishes are welcomed. (Not for the fish, for me.) And let me just add (because we don't want the Worldwide People for Fisheries-Whale Wars department on our backs) that the husband wasn't participating in animal cruelty by putting the beloved fish in a strainer, but rather transferring him from his little container to his new ballin'-metropolis-of-a-bowl.
luke had two fish in high school that sat on top of our old tv. im pretty sure one of them ate the other then died shortly there after.. i could be wrong but still..
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