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My Own Version of Animal Planet

Warning: this post may not be suitable for all readers. It contains violence and adult language.

The day began like any other. The fish tank was peaceful and it's occupants were happy. Until three adorably fat goldfish decided to move in. Aaron returned to work and left me to ensure their acceptance by the other fish and to make sure they liked their new home. Everything was going well until several hours later...

One of the sweet precious little goldfish was being chased and picked on by an ugly, evil fish in the tank. I'll call him Bandit. I was none too happy to see this rude behavior so I thumped the glass several times (which Aaron repeatedly tells me is a big no-no) and called the fish some bad names. It did not deter him. This fish was unstoppable.

Granted, Bandit Fish is about 1/4 the size of the sweet angelic goldfish, but with attitude like that, there was no telling what he was capable of. I knew he must be stopped.

So with a net and incredible bravery, I caught him.... after knocking over all of the plants in the tank and thoroughly freaking everyone else out. Not to mention the watery mess. But peace was restored with Bandit in custody.

Or was it? Next I notice that another of the sweet goldfish is being terrorized (aka: followed around) by Bandit's evil brother, Outlaw. I'm not sure that Outlaw isn't the meanest hombre I've ever seen. Facing the potential for pecks on my arm by fish, I then netted Outlaw in with Bandit.

They knew the jig was up. I was ready to deal out their punishment immediately, but was told to wait until the Sheriff came home. I feel that their crime is punishable by flushing, but we'll have to see what Sheriff says. Until then, they're thinking about what they did while hanging out in their netted prison...

A picture of one of the good guys:

For those that are concerned about my sanity based on this post, don't worry. It's just that I've had 2 days off from work so I'm well-rested and happy. My usual bad attitude will return shortly. :)

Comments

  1. MissyOctober 23, 2009 at 6:39 PM

    Great story. Thanks for the smile

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  2. KatieOctober 23, 2009 at 8:22 PM

    I love it! You have such a clever wit. Hope you are feeling good post-surgery!

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  3. shalynOctober 24, 2009 at 9:10 PM

    So what did the Sheriff do when he arrived? Inquiring minds want to know!

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  4. AnonymousOctober 25, 2009 at 1:57 AM

    Everything other than goldfish eat goldfish, I've discovered. Poor goldfish.

    I'm so sorry for all you've been through. It's good to see you ready to get back on the TTC wagon!

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  5. KandiceOctober 25, 2009 at 10:13 AM

    You crack me up. I want to know what Sheriff did too as long as it wasn't flush them down the toilet.

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