Last Friday after school Hope begged to bring the class pet home for the weekend. I was hesitant to agree, but her teacher insisted that there was no way on earth we could possibly kill a betta fish. So, “Gilly” the betta fish spent the weekend at our house.
How hard could it possibly be to take care Gilly? All we had to do was leave him in his bowl on the kitchen counter and feed him three pellets of betta fish food each day. Sounds easy enough, right?
All was well until we got home from church Sunday night. I glanced at Gilly as I passed through the kitchen and noticed that he was perfectly still and floating on top of the water. I don’t know much about fish, but I do know that when they are floating on top of the water, it is a very bad thing.
I frantically texted Hope’s teacher and informed her that Gilly would not be returning to school. I was worried that maybe Hope’s teacher had a sentimental attachment to Gilly, but she wasn’t upset, just amazed that we had somehow managed to kill a pet fish in just forty-eight hours. Hope was worried that the kids in her sixth grade class would call her “fish-killer”, but her teacher promised to help keep Gilly’s demise a secret.
Steven drove to the pet store as soon as it opened this morning and purchased a replacement fish that was as close to Gilly’s dark blue with green coloring as he could find. Then he drove to another pet store just to make sure that he had one that looked as much like Gilly as possible. (Isn’t he awesome?) He felt pretty good about the fish he had purchased, so he headed to the school to drop off the *new* Gilly. Hope’s classmates just thought that Gilly came to school late and didn’t notice anything was different.
So, everything turned out fine in the end, though I don’t think Hope will be bringing the class pet home again any time soon.
I’m sorry, Paula, but I could not help laughing just a bit. 😉 My late brother bought Alaina the same type of fish when she was little. He was careful to put the “correct” kind of water in it, and we had the same instructions about feeding. A week later, I couldn’t stand the nasty water, so I changed it. It was dead as a doornail an hour later. Not a fan of fish as pets here. 8/
OH my gosh!!! that is kind of funny, Mrs C!! lol..it reminded me of when my younger sister Hope (yes, I kid you not) brought home the class hamster when she was in 2nd grade and I was in 6th (Joy, another sister was in 4th). Well, the hamster turned up missing. We found it 2 days later scampering around the basement. My parents said NEVER AGAIN! (at least it didn’t die). When my oldest was in K we took the baby chicks for Memorial Day weekend….one got a slight concussion (was wobbly from flying out of the box and landing on our hardwood floor, poor thing was stunned). I had NO idea chickens could fly (they can a little) and soon there were several of the dozen happily roaming around my dining room. And like my mom, I said NEVER AGAIN! LOL Your hubby is great….yay for him replacing Gilly with another Gilly 🙂
Oh my! Life is never dull is it?!
Wow! That could have been SO disastrous!!! I’m so glad you were able to find a Gilley-facsimile. Praying that secret doesn’t get out for a long, long time, but Hope is right – those nicknames can be brutal. 🙁
All that being said, it was a reeeeeeally funny story to read! 😉
I can’t tell you how many times we have ‘killed’ fish at our house! So glad a replacement was found and the students were none the wiser!