Weird!

Something happened in our home last night that is really weird to us. Some time during the night, our gold fish, who the girls named Shannon Dorothy...don't ask me why, committed suicide.

This past summer, our church had a small carnival and the girls won 6 goldfish! Within a few days, all but one of the fish had died. But that one little sucker was determined to live. It stayed with us for months.

Skip to this morning. I went downstairs to the kitchen to make my 3rd grader's lunch and was going to feed the fish. I looked at the tank as I walked toward it and thought it was time to change the water again, as it was cloudy. Upon further inspection, I noticed, the fish was NOT in the tank! What they hay?!!!!

I started wondering if the fish had died and guru noticed this morning and "fished" it out of the tank with the net and flushed it. I would ask him when he got out of the shower. But why, I thought, didn't he just dump the entire contents of the tank, water, dead fish and all down the toilet? Whatever. I continued on and packed the lunch.

I heard guru upstairs and knew he was out of the shower. I went to the bottom of the stairs and called up to him "what happened to the fish?"

He looked down the stairs at me and replied "what do you mean? What happened?"

I asked, in disbelief that he didn't know, "did you flush it?"

He looked at me seriously and said "I didn't do anything to the fish"

Me: "seriously?"

Him: "I'm serious"

Me: "it's not in the tank."

Him: "are you serious?"

I started walking back toward the kitchen again and something caught my eye. There, under the table, was a dry, dead goldfish.

"What the....? How in the world....? How did the fish get under the table?"

We figure it must have jumped out of the tank and landed on the floor and wiggled it's way under the table until it died. There was no water on the counter by the tank, so it must have happened sometime in the night, and the water had time to evaporate.

I suppose it was tired of living all alone in the tank and just decided to end it all. Couldn't take the loneliness.

We did not, however, have the Rudy Huxtable, ceremonious goldfish funeral where the entire family got dressed up and stood around the toilet remembering all the good times we had the fish and listing all the things we liked about it. Instead, guru got a paper towel (he wanted me to do it, but I told him it was more of a job for daddy) scooped it up and tossed it in the commode. Flush.

We are once again petless.