So it's a guppy to be exact, one who likes to crap & make me clean it's bowl every week. I never knew fish were so much work. So much work for such little reward! Personally I'm a dog person I feel they're useful & serve purpose. Our Lab is by far the best guard dog ever. So I don't mind cleaning his crap off our lawn.
This Christmas we went out of town for about 3 weeks. There was no way in hell I was going to bring Grape the Guppy along for the ride. So being the evil mean fish hating mommy I am, I tossed in a teaspoon of food flakes & said my goodbyes. Hoping to return to him floating along the surface. Fast forward 16 days later we return home to a very energetic and very much alive Grape. CRAP.
I've tried everything in my power to kill this thing off. I CANNOT be the first mom to do this. From using Dawn detergent to wash the rocks, to putting luke warm water in his bowl. This poop machine fish is still swimming away.
Every day my son runs up to his bowl on the counter, squealing at him in excitement then moves on to his toys & our dog for the remainder of the day. This fish plays with my emotions I feel. In those few minutes of my child squealing he is floating on his side starring at me, as if to say "not today momma!" (slowly being convinced it's an inner ear problem) Then he flips back upright, and swims around the bowl like a trout on meth.
So here I am tonight cleaning his bowl & hoping to see a floating purple fish in the morning. But knowing deep down I'll forever have to have a fish in this bowl because my child loves it so much.
xo
OPM
