And Now There Are Seven

A coupla weeks ago, The Son went on a school excursion to the Pasir Ris Kid's Kampong for which I had to pay S$15 and sign a consent form. Which is fine, except that nowhere in the consent form did I consent to him bringing home a bunch of pet fish in a tiny little bucket with his name on it. It's all very cute and everything, WHEN THAT HAPPENS TO SOMEONE ELSE. I am less than charmed when it happens to me and my kitchen.

Anyway, to cut a long and tedious story short, we had what appeared to be 6 live fish and 1 dead fish by the time I got home from work. 2 of the live fish were not actually in the bucket at that point - one of them was on the coffee table and another one was writhing on the floor ("MAMA !! LOOK!!") and about to be eaten by The Dog.

By the time the fambly woke up the next morning, there were 6 dead fish and 1 live fish ("Survivor Fish").

We waited patiently for Survivor Fish to pass on like his bethren. He was not fed, as the fish did not come with any fish food. Yet stupid Survivor Fish survived for another 16 days. Then finally, The Husband made a unilateral decision, completely bereft of any spousal support or encouragement, TO BUY A FISH TANK AND FISH FOOD. I think the last thing I said to him about this issue is why can't you put Survivor Fish into that big vase instead. No need to buy a tank.

If I had known this was going to happen, Survivor Fish would have relocated to the sewer or the chute 15 days ago. Now, instead of having no pet fish, we have another 6 new fish, 1 fish tank, 1 fish tank cleaner, 1 fish tank aerator, 1 fake aquarium plant and 1 real aquarium plant. And of course, we have Survivor Fish and fish food. I'm tired of typing the word "fish".

Of course now that we have spent money on all of this, I'm almost completely certain that all the fish will die tomorrow leaving us with yet another item to gather dust in the house.