So, I went into school today to take care of a few things (and to earn some Puritain work ethic points), only to discover my three goldfish thoroughly traumatized by the recent cold snap.
"We're going into a state of near hibernation," they said! "We feel awfully close to dead!"
Two of them perked right up when I turned on their light. ("Oh! It's not winter time on the tundra?").
One did not make it through the day.
I bought them a heater. I left them a slow-release food tablet.
Poor fishies.
We had a fishy for a college roommate - Anakin (we had another one - Obi Wan - but we think Anakin killed him...). He was left alone all of Thanksgiving vacation one year. In our defense, we thought the house would be used for vacation housing, but they changed it at the last minute. My roomie got to him first, and revived him by setting his bowl on the television to warm him up.
It worked.
And he didn't even become a goldfish version of the Hulk...or Spiderman...or anything! He lived happily ever after.
Hopefully, Xavier and Goldie will do the same...
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frankly, I don't see how fish survive in the wild.
hmmm...maybe there are little fish hospitals and other fish-survival-related things under water that we can't see.
yup.
been on vacation for 5 whole days.
brain is officially mush.
They don't! Snakes eat them! I saw it at the museum last weekend!
yipes! whipsnakes are scary!
at least my fishies doen't have to worry about whipsnakes.
haven't been back to my classroom since tuesday...hope the little fellers are doin' ok with their heater and their food...
How are the fish???
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