This is Wilby...he was our fourth fish following in the fin-prints of Fishy, Walden, and Bob (Merritt names our fish, if you were wondering). We all loved Wilby (that's a cross between Fishy and Wilbur...again, if you were wondering) but no one was more fascinated with our red and blue beta than Grant. Many was the time where I caught him with his hand in the water, trying to play with the fish, or found a small water puddle next to the tank, which indicated prior water playing, or saw Grant scooting the tank closer to his face, and thus the edge. Chad and I had both talked to him many a time about not moving the fish tank, but hey, he is 17 months old and most of what we say probably sounds like it came from the mouth of Charlie Brown's mother. Anyhoo, the fatal moment finally arrived...Grant pulled the fish tank off the table and poor Wilby is now in fish heaven. Chad thinks Wilby died upon impact with the floor, more from shock than anything else. His final fish-thoughts would have been interesting to hear: "I knew that kid was going to be the death of me!" Or something like that I'm sure. Merritt and Grace, who were eye-witnesses to the accident, were incredibly traumatized. Grace came crying to me saying, "Fish." Sob. "Hurt." Sob "No swim anymore!" Chad mopped up the water/rock/fish mess while I dealt with the emotional mess. Merritt was very sad, but after a good cry and a good talk he decided he wanted another fish. On the fish-wish list this time: 4 sharks.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
A Tragic End
This is Wilby...he was our fourth fish following in the fin-prints of Fishy, Walden, and Bob (Merritt names our fish, if you were wondering). We all loved Wilby (that's a cross between Fishy and Wilbur...again, if you were wondering) but no one was more fascinated with our red and blue beta than Grant. Many was the time where I caught him with his hand in the water, trying to play with the fish, or found a small water puddle next to the tank, which indicated prior water playing, or saw Grant scooting the tank closer to his face, and thus the edge. Chad and I had both talked to him many a time about not moving the fish tank, but hey, he is 17 months old and most of what we say probably sounds like it came from the mouth of Charlie Brown's mother. Anyhoo, the fatal moment finally arrived...Grant pulled the fish tank off the table and poor Wilby is now in fish heaven. Chad thinks Wilby died upon impact with the floor, more from shock than anything else. His final fish-thoughts would have been interesting to hear: "I knew that kid was going to be the death of me!" Or something like that I'm sure. Merritt and Grace, who were eye-witnesses to the accident, were incredibly traumatized. Grace came crying to me saying, "Fish." Sob. "Hurt." Sob "No swim anymore!" Chad mopped up the water/rock/fish mess while I dealt with the emotional mess. Merritt was very sad, but after a good cry and a good talk he decided he wanted another fish. On the fish-wish list this time: 4 sharks.
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Poor Wilby, I hope the kids are OK about his demise now. Maybe next time the sharks should go in a higher spot where Grant can't reach them.
That's too bad! My kids have loved your various fish since we are totally pet-deprived at our house. Half the fun of having a fish is that the little ones are entranced by it, so out of reach would pretty much mean out of sight as well. I think it's awesome that Merritt wants sharks!
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