Indeed. His name was Frankie. Frankie the fish. It was his first fish, his first pet since he left home. Here is the story:
Frankie was a fighter fish (aka: Beta fish) and he was so cool... you could go up to the bowl and do a little jig, and he would do a jig with you - bopping back and forth and kind of smiling I think.
I was taking care of him while the ex was away on business one winter. And his apartment building was awful... it wouldn't let you regulate the heat, and it was always too hot so everyone kept the windows open. Well, I had to go on my own business trip, and so gave Frankie an extra helping of fish food to hold him over for two days until the ex got back.
Just my luck: the apartment building's heat broke during a record cold snap... and well, Frankie become a fish popsicle.
It scarred me; I don't do fish anymore (although they are good for calming the nerves, so I just have them on my screensaver). But if I did I would definitely NOT get a clown fish as snorkeling and scuba diving are two of my favorite things in the world, and the places to do that are disappearing so fast. So sad. Almost as sad as me killing Frankie.
Off to visit Frankie the dancing fish's grave... kidding, we flushed him. - Jen
Posted by: Jon Sanders | June 30, 2006 at 01:40 PM