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Sixty-Fifth Thought: Traumatizing Times of Owning Fish
When I was a kid, I had a total of 23 fish and some of the things I saw was so terrifying for a kid like me.
I had two goldfish and one was gold and fat. The other was white and black, not so fat. So, the fat goldie would nibble on the other goldfish's tail but I did not know until I saw the goldfish rip half the tail off. Of course, I shrieked like a banshee.
I also had a few smaller fish and some of them died gruesome deaths. For example, one was eaten by the gold goldfish. A few others got stuck in a water wheel and well...you know what happened when squishing happens.
One day, I found that the calm goldfish disappeared. I asked my parents what they did and the fish was 'buried'. If being in the garbage bag was a burial...sure?
Yeah, that was my experience as a fish owner. I wasn't the most knowledgable and I was definitely not fit for raising scaled things. Not the most happiest blurb but it was a random memory that popped up.