The adventures of fish sitting

Who knew watching a fish could be so intense? not I. until today that is.. Let me start at the beginning, a very good place to start. :]

First, miss melanie texted me around midnight or so last night asking me to fish sit while she was on vacation. Ergo, this conversation:

Melanie: Feeding him is very difficult

Kristen: Lol crushing the food into the bowl?

Melanie: Yes. if you feed him too much, he'll die. too little-he'll die. And he's pretty much my life so don't kill him.

Kristen: Pressure. Of all the things to be your life.. Your family, your fiance, your best friend....No, its the fish. The tenth fish in a line of dead ones....

Melanie: Yeah pretty much

Kristen: So how do i know ho much is too much? Or too little? And if I do kill him, can I just buy you a better one?

Melanie: Yes. And the size of a dime. or a penny in the morning

Kristen: A penny is bigger than a dime right? And how often do I feed him?

Melanie: Just once

Kristen: So if I only feed him once... Why would it sometimes be a dime and sometimes a penny?

Melanie: No, only once in the morning. No smaller than a dime but no bigger than a penny.

Kristen: You know what, just kill him now. I'm sure its easier on the poor fish than leaving him in my hands. I'll spend the whole week trying to measure a penny of fish food and never actually feed him. JUST KIDDING he will be in (somewhat) capable hands

So only once a day in the morning somewhat larger than a dime while still smaller than a penny. Am i correct?

Melanie: Yes

Kristen: Can I ask just one more question?

Melanie: Yeah

Kristen: Do you remember the exact day you went crazy or is it all just kind of a blur now?

Melanie: I think I've just always been this way.. why do you ask?

Kristen: Oh no reason... I've just never heard of a crazy fish lady before. Normally it has something to do with cats. I commend you though, fish are indeed cleaner and less moody (as far as I can tell)

Thats pretty much it before we changed subjects.

SO TODAY after work I recruited lara to help me bring the fish to my house. He spilt all over me, all over lara, and all over my car [which now stinks of fish]. Lara looked like she wizzed herself, I am just soaked, and poor motototo (so nice you say it twice!) was left with half a bowl of water.






NOW taking bets on when the fish will die. I bet by the time I wake up tomorrow. I have until Monday to keep him alive.