Goldfish

The dead squirrel referred to previously is not my first brush with getting rid of dead animals. My son has a fairly dismal record with pets.

This is a picture of him at 2 and a half years of age, gazing fondly at our goldfish. Unfortunately, he was kind of a “hands on” kid and gazing fondly only worked for about 10 minutes. After that he wanted to reach in and hold on to the goldfish. He was instructed not to touch the fish, but, again, he was not the most obedient of children. After owning the fish for only a couple of days, it was discovered floating in the bowl, a victim of too much love.

He had another goldfish at about age 11, and I think he won the fish at a school carnival. We got a bowl, put in water, rocks, little diving guys. And the next day, the fish was dead. So we motored out to Walmart and bought another fish, which turned up dead again the next day. We went back to Walmart, complained about the defective fish they had sold us, and got another one for free. It, too, was dead the next day. Once is bad luck, two is a freakish coincidence, three times is serial murder. Upon further investigation, it was found that the rocks my son had put in the bowl came from our gravel driveway, which I regularly sprayed with Roundup, to kill the weeds. Another mystery solved, another pet buried beside the house.