Already on a Losing Streak... Again!

It's been a couple months since we acquired seven goldfish at our church's Halloween alternative Fall Festival. Within two weeks, all seven went belly-up and took the long journey from potty to septic system.

Holidays were around the corner. We knew we'd be coming and going constantly. Replacing the fish was put on hold.

Last week, Bruce put his foot down with the following command: "Get some new fish for the tank, or get rid of the tank."

I'm a good, Southern Baptist wife, so I replied with my usual submissive nature.

"Yes, Master."

Oh, it was in good fun. And it's an ongoing joke with us that's been around since before we were married. Evidently, before we even met, Bruce told his mother that when he got married his wife would be his "beast" and he would be the "master". He was young. How could he possibly have known what was waiting for him?

I digress!

Knowing that we'd be having company that weekend, and that an empty fishtank would create "talk" (of our sanity probably), I took Spencer and Allison to PetSmart after dropping Clay off at school.

We picked two silver Mollys, and three neon Tetras. We decided to try tropical fish this time, hoping for greater longevity.

The Mollys are Spencer and Allison's. They've struggled with names. Allison wavers between Angel Cake and Princess. Spencer is equally passionate about the names Lightning and Yellow Stripe, because his fish has a faint yellow strip down its back. (He's a mean fish, too. He chases Allison's fish and the littler ones all the time.)

The Tetras are Clay's. I'm not sure if he's named them yet.

And he might want to wait.

The scourge of death has struck again. The smallest Tetra was floating aimlessly this morning.

In case you aren't aware, PetSmart offers a guarantee. If your fish die within two weeks of purchase, you can take in your receipt and exchange your dead fish for a new one.

I'm really hoping that tonight's trip to PetSmart will be the last for awhile. But if it isn't, I may have a "good as new" fish tank to get rid of soon. Because I don't like them enough for a third attempt at keeping fish as pets.

Here's a couple pictures Bruce took, obviously before the demise of Tetra Tres (He has to have a name before the flusing ceremony. It seems like the decent thing to do).