I had 3 kids once,all in preschool and kindergarden.Like all kids they delighted in the new and exotic...the charm of novelty I guess.
We were at Wal-mart one day and they spied the fish.Of course they wanted a gold fish and a bowl so I gave in and bought them one.(We'll take care of it,Dad-we really,really will) A single goldfish....really a feeder fish that is actually cream colored and a 1/2 gallon bowl. 10 cents for the fish and maybe 3 bucks for the bowl.Not a bad deal or so I thought.
My thinking was that they would tire of the whole affair in a few days and the fish would go belly up in a matter of weeks.That would be the end of it and the kids would get a lesson in the cycle of life.Again, so I thought.
Now the kids are in High School (where did the time go?) and their main demands these days are for car keys and cash.
What about the fish? Well, the thing seems to be immortal and still resides happily on my coffee table, now in a five gallon bowl.The ten cent fish now requires using both hands when I catch him to change his water.He has grown into a fat,clumsy monster of a creature...thus the name I gave him-Big Galut.
I suppose I should have flushed him years ago but that's not my nature.Having brought him home I felt,and wearily still feel obligated to give him the best possible care I could...what's that old saying? -no good deed will ever go unpunished- Must be true! Or would "The best laid plans of mice and men be more appropriate.
If only Oregon had a warm water pond somewhere!. Nah,with my luck, I would be sent to prison for introducing exoctic species.