Talented and Visonary Fish Meets an Untimely and Somewhat Heinous End

Well ladies and gentlemen--- it would seem that the 2lb chihuahua had no need to worry about his safety status in our household. His personal Homeland Security Advisory System has now been reduced from:

• Code Orange- High: Hold on to your butts- the kids coming and she's got that 'look' in her eye

to

• Code Blue- Guarded: Looks like she's gone to sleep and you can come out from under the bed now but always watch your back--that 2yr old is as sneaky as a Colombian guerilla.

It would seem that the origin of small animal terror in our household is not from the toddler but sadly, from her mother.

Of course, you know we have the new puppy- Diesel. But what you didn't know is that we have ......uh hmmmmm....had a pretty blue Beta fish named Fishie Fish (I know what you are thinking- we are so original around here.The Patent office must constantly be busy with our applications)

Fishie Fish lived a quiet and mostly uneventful life. (Unless you count that one day where Kalaya decided Fishie Fish need to eat his food OUT of her hand and not just let if float down to him like normal) Matter of fact, the most eventful part of his day seemed to be when we came home in the evenings. He would stare out at us from his little bowl with hot pink rocks ( What?! Tim Gunn said men can use pink! They just have to use it in the right medium and "Make it work!") and wave his full, flowing blue tail at us as if it was a welcome home banner for long missed wayfarers. He was even trained! His favorite tricks were ' follow the finger' and 'swim in circles'. Such a talented chap- all full of pep and cheer.

Therefore, the events that occured on October 15th were a tragedy, to say the least. Even Billy Joel enthuses " Only the Good Die Young".
( Oh yes- the previous IS a video of his live performance. We have to class this blog up somehow.)

Basically the story goes as so:

Fishie Fish, albeit a pretty clean and metro type of fish did, at times, need a good bowl cleaning every now and again. I, of course, happily volunteered for this duty. ( Kalaya would have done it but she's has already previously stated that she "doesn't do windows or fish bowls".)
I helped Fishie Fish out of his dirty abode and into a nice cup of water as a temporary residence until such time when he could return to said bowl. ( Similar to the Howard Johnson or the HoJo, as it is so affectionately called in the human world.) I then preceded to clean his home, scrub his cute lil pink rocks, and feng shui his environment back into a peaceful state- all the while, he continued to practice his 'swim in circles' trick with diligence.

Once his home was detoxed of nasty cholorine and sparkling clean- I got ready to return Fishie Fish to his bowl. I tipped his "HoJo" over carefully to remove some of the extra tepid water while carefully ensuring that Fishie Fish still had enough to move about in. At this point, Fishie Fish took matters into his own hands.

Whether it was the call of the wild or the smell of fresh fishsticks that I was cooking for Kalaya that evening, something registered in his wee little brain and told him to blow this popsicle stand and make a mad dash for the exit. Sadly, it didn't end quite well for Fishie Fish.

(Like one of "those" popsicle or icecream stands where you think you're going for a nice scoop of vanilla on a hot summers day and you get there and the guy running it looks like a he just got out of prison yesterday and you can't decide if he gained his freedom judiciously or forcefully but you do know you do not want to be the sucker who asks him so you ask for a cone barely above a whisper- give him a ten and jet out of there -all the while hoping the change you left behind in your desperate sprint towards a public area won't go to a drug habit or QVC.)

Needless to say, Fishie Fish met his end at the elbow PVC pipe of my kitchen sink. I'm still sticking to the story that he jumped but, in all efforts to protect the innocent, told Kalaya that Fishie Fish is visting Daddy for the time being.

In loving memory of Fishie Fish:

"October, 2008 Fishie Fish, beloved beta fish. He was the one that was more dark blue then light blue. He swam a lot. Fishie Fish took his own life by leaping out of his fishy HoJo. The guy in the pet store said betafish do that when they are pregnant. Fishie Fish might have been a woman fish. (Explains the love of fashion and pink) He leaves behind friends (lovers?) Red Fish and Other Blue Fish and mortal enemy, Sucker Fish -that supposedly eats the algae off the side of the tank but who we secretly think used scare tactics to convience Fishie Fish to take his own life. "