since before moving in, my boys have wanted a pet. we've had dogs in the past, and once we had a bird, but long story short, we've been pet-less for some time now.
I'm still convinced a dog is just like having another kid, so no thank you on that. plus, I can't have *real* pets in this apartment anyway.
I've been wanting to get the boys a hamster. I had one as a kid, and loved it ... *cough* until it bit me *cough* ... I love the tunnels you can set up for them, and especially the ball they can roll around on the floor in. they're not too big to be a *real* pet ... shhhhhhhh, don't tell, ok?
my other not *real* pet I said we could get is a beta fish. I have a tall glass vase and some blue/green glass pebble thingys already, so all we needed was the fish and some food. easy.
so it took the boys forever to pick one out. they were all SO COOL to them. they would have bought them all if they could ... Sam knows that you can only have one, otherwise they will fight till the death, so of course he wanted to buy them all and begin the beta-WWI.
we finally decide on one; he's blue with some red on those pretty fins. Sam wanted to name him "Big Fins." he's so funny. I liked it, but told him we ought to wait a day or two to officially decide.
so we get home and I fill the vase with water and add him in his jar to acclimate to the temperature before just dumping in. after a few minutes, in his goes.
well, I had added a bit too much water. it was a balancing act; the water was right at the top. and since beta's are not so excitable fish and like to sit and do next to nothing, I tip the vase ever so slightly to get rid of some of that extra water, and wouldn'tcha know it?! that fish was right at the top and went flying down the water slide into the kitchen sink.
where the garbage disposal is.
GREAT.
I screamed. and the boys come running.
"Mom, what did you do?!"
as much as it gives me the heebie-geebies, I knew I had to reach in there and try to get him out. I HAD TO ... especially after the traumatizing cat incident. there was no way we could go through another pet death, in any fashion!
so I'm digging in there. and its gross. and have you seen Final Destination? yea, I'm thinking of that. and suddenly I feel the fish, and he jumps in there, and he's slimy, and I scream, and I could not grasp him, and so I have to feel around some more since I KNOW he's close and still alive.
minutes and minutes and minutes go by. I thought he was a goner. I thought I'd have to put him out of his misery and flip that garbage disposal switch. the boys were crying and my heart is breaking for them - sorry fish, I felt bad for my kids, not you.
Sam gets control of himself and I ask him to stick his hand in there since its smaller and sure enough, he got out that little fish in about 30 seconds. I cannot believe he was alive!
stupid fish. what were you thinking?!
so back in the vase he goes. swimming just fine. he hasn't eaten much today yet, so maybe he's still a bit freaked out, but alive none-the-less.
"Sam, I think we should name him LUCKY"
"good idea Mom!"
meet Lucky -
I'm still convinced a dog is just like having another kid, so no thank you on that. plus, I can't have *real* pets in this apartment anyway.
I've been wanting to get the boys a hamster. I had one as a kid, and loved it ... *cough* until it bit me *cough* ... I love the tunnels you can set up for them, and especially the ball they can roll around on the floor in. they're not too big to be a *real* pet ... shhhhhhhh, don't tell, ok?
my other not *real* pet I said we could get is a beta fish. I have a tall glass vase and some blue/green glass pebble thingys already, so all we needed was the fish and some food. easy.
so it took the boys forever to pick one out. they were all SO COOL to them. they would have bought them all if they could ... Sam knows that you can only have one, otherwise they will fight till the death, so of course he wanted to buy them all and begin the beta-WWI.
we finally decide on one; he's blue with some red on those pretty fins. Sam wanted to name him "Big Fins." he's so funny. I liked it, but told him we ought to wait a day or two to officially decide.
so we get home and I fill the vase with water and add him in his jar to acclimate to the temperature before just dumping in. after a few minutes, in his goes.
well, I had added a bit too much water. it was a balancing act; the water was right at the top. and since beta's are not so excitable fish and like to sit and do next to nothing, I tip the vase ever so slightly to get rid of some of that extra water, and wouldn'tcha know it?! that fish was right at the top and went flying down the water slide into the kitchen sink.
where the garbage disposal is.
GREAT.
I screamed. and the boys come running.
"Mom, what did you do?!"
as much as it gives me the heebie-geebies, I knew I had to reach in there and try to get him out. I HAD TO ... especially after the traumatizing cat incident. there was no way we could go through another pet death, in any fashion!
so I'm digging in there. and its gross. and have you seen Final Destination? yea, I'm thinking of that. and suddenly I feel the fish, and he jumps in there, and he's slimy, and I scream, and I could not grasp him, and so I have to feel around some more since I KNOW he's close and still alive.
minutes and minutes and minutes go by. I thought he was a goner. I thought I'd have to put him out of his misery and flip that garbage disposal switch. the boys were crying and my heart is breaking for them - sorry fish, I felt bad for my kids, not you.
Sam gets control of himself and I ask him to stick his hand in there since its smaller and sure enough, he got out that little fish in about 30 seconds. I cannot believe he was alive!
stupid fish. what were you thinking?!
so back in the vase he goes. swimming just fine. he hasn't eaten much today yet, so maybe he's still a bit freaked out, but alive none-the-less.
"Sam, I think we should name him LUCKY"
"good idea Mom!"
meet Lucky -
