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Our Fishy Friends

Note:  Originally written in 2009.  Updated and reposted 2017.

My children LOVE movies about marine life. More specifically, they love those documentaries like Blue Planet or the old Jacques Cousteau shows. We were watching one today, and my husband started talking about his diving trips. My little ones listened with wide eyes when he described touching the tail of an eel so it would pop out and scare their grandpa! It got me thinking... we should write about fishy friends!

deviant art by ~Tanginello


We've had fish tanks before. We get rid of them when all the fish die and swear we're never doing fish again. Then, for one reason or another, we end up with more fish. The only fish that did well for us was a silver fish we named Indestruct-O fish because the thing WOULD NOT DIE when nothing else would live. We finally figured out Indestruct-O was KILLING the other fish. We're not slow... just kinda dumb in the fish world.

Well, that was seven years back. We haven't named another fish since, until now. Now we have "Crazy fish". I have never, EVER. seen a fish interact with humans like this one does. The funny thing is, he ONLY does it with my husband! When Russ comes home, he starts floating at the top of the tank, belly up. Russ comes over to see if he's dead - and the fish will pop right side up and swim normal again! Crazy fish will swim on it's side for him, and will "talk" to him if he sits still and looks straight at it. It took us three days to get a picture of it floating upside down because he'd see us approaching with the camera and plop back right side up!

Never seen anything like it. Maybe there is something to the whole Nemo thing after all......

UPDATE:

Russell bought a sucker fish from Wal-mart and it gave our crazy fish and his friends a disease - they died within two days of adding the sucker fish to the tank (the sucker-fish died too). Russell swore off fish. So the tank stood empty in our living room for several months.

BTW - the kids did finally give our crazy fish a real name - Lazarus.  We were very attached.

Then Russell had a softening of heart, and when he got back after Christmas this year took the boys out to buy new fish. They bought three goldfish - two orange fatties and one pretty white and gold (just for mom).  They're a such a pleasure! Sometimes I forget whatever it was I was doing because I get memorized by their swimming bodies in the lighted water. :)

We sure miss our crazy fish!

Alright, it's your turn.

Have a gold fish story to tell?  Or how about a fishing story?  Ever been snorkeling or scuba diving?  Or maybe it's on your bucket list.  Are you part of a group that is dedicated to saving marine life?Whatever experience you have (or haven't had) with life under the water is ready to be written.


So go write... and come up for air when you're done.  :)

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