April 02, 2006

Same Fish, New Name

We came home from camping to find… the tank is cloudy again. I can’t believe they aren’t bumping into each other. Fish must have some sort of sonar.

Frustrating doesn’t begin to tell it. I have named the fish now. They are now collectively called, The F***ing Fish. It was bound to happen. It happened today.

I do believe the problem is the filter. I think it has malfunctioned and the part I needed to replace was not readily available. It took three pet stores before I found the replacement part.

The filter appears to be working now. I’m giving it until tomorrow for the water to clear up and if its not, we’ll drain it and refill again… just giving the filter a little boost.

I hate them. The F***ing fish. I really do. I want them to die. But not at my hands. I don’t want the blood of fish on my hands. I want to know they were just swimming along, living their little utopic fishy lives in the perfect tank that the perfect family of Mom, Dad, 3 boys, and a hamster supplied for them, when they just went fin up and died… old age. The fish in the House of Bou are supposed to die of old age.

Not because I can’t get the frickin’ chemistry right in their tank.

The light is off on the tank to hopefully quell the bacteria growing until the filter can catch up. We shall see. And how long does a frickin’ gold fish live? How long before they’re long in the gill and kick off?

F***ing Fish. I hate ‘em. GRRR.

Posted by Boudicca at April 2, 2006 09:37 PM | TrackBack

Only you would be determined to conquer the science of having goldfish!

Posted by: Sissy at April 2, 2006 10:29 PM

well, take those boys fishing. you already have the bait. Then clean up the tank and get some guppies or black mollies

Posted by: GUYK at April 3, 2006 11:29 AM

Have a look at this page... might give you some info. Unfortunately I didn't see the part that came up when I googled that said - using tropical fish food rather than goldfish food might be less clouding to the water.


Posted by: Teresa at April 3, 2006 12:30 PM

I hate fish. We will never have them. Ever. Evereverever. Period.

Posted by: Jody Halsted at April 3, 2006 08:28 PM

I never hated the fish.

The hatred I developed, one that still abides with me today although the fish(es) and the tank(s) are long gone, is for the person at Da Kid's grade school fair who decided that goldfish (he brought three home, each in a sandwich-sized baggie with one DOA, another croaking soon after) was an appropriate prize.

Posted by: Doyle at April 4, 2006 08:02 PM