Here Fishy Fishy!
September 12, 2005
Okay so recently I bought Little D a fish. Yes, he has a dog, but in a weak moment I figured that I have bestowed an annoying, smelly baby brother unto him, therefore I should compensate him somehow. So, enter Ninja.
Ninja is a Siamese Fighting Fish, a beta, whatever you want to call it. He is a gorgeous blue colour with long flowy type fins and I’d love to have a skirt made from him, albeit he is way too small for my big ass.
So along with Ninja comes the task of cleaning his little tank. It is quite small, and has a million tiny purple rocks in it which have to be strained and rinsed properly in order for that tank to be cleaned to my liking.
Tonight I ventured into fish tank cleaning world and experience tells me those tiny little rocks will indeed go through my strainer and down the drain if I don’t have something there to catch them. The first couple times I did this, the tiniest of rocks were equivalent to purple sand and they made quite a mess. I figured these little ones would disappear after a time but no, they are always there…..maybe Ninja is a Siamese MINING fish….I mean, what DOES he do all day? Maybe we should have named him Fred Flintstone and employed him with Mr. Slate.
So I get the strainer all ready and I set out the 4 bottles of water that Ninja needs in his tank. Yes, our fish lives in bottled water. Call us yuppies, freaks, whatever, but something about tap water does bad things to fishies and I wouldn’t want the Compensation Fish to die and have to be flushed.
And so begins the task of fishing Ninja out of his tank and into tupperware for a few minutes so I can dump his purple rock/sand into my paper towel-laden strainer. Well I cheaped out and did not buy a net for him, so I have to use a plastic cup and a large spoon to coax him into the cup.
If you know anything about the Siamese Fighting Fish, you know that they fight other Siamese Fighting Fish to the death. Upon seeing his reflection in the spoon, Ninja decides he can, well, take himself out in a fishy battle. It took me FIFTEEN minutes to get this little thing into a giant cup! FIFTEEN minutes of punching, headbutting, kicking, screaming fishie war……good gawd!
I finally get the little viking into the tupperware, dump out the water into the strainer, wash the rocks and his little tree and begin to put everything back. He realizes he is alone and calms down some.
I dump 3 bottles of water into his tank and ‘pour’ him and the remaining water back into his tank.
He must have spoke to Thomas earlier, because as he swam about in his pristine tank, he had a big fishie DUMP.
Thanks Ninja, you asshole.
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