Friday, May 29, 2009

Come Here Fishy Fishy

When I picked up my kids from daycare this afternoon, my daughter asked if she could have a fish. I thought she was talking about the paper fish that was on the board. One of the teachers brought fish from her pond to give away because they were multiplying rapidly.

Last week, my husband and I were at Petco getting some medicine for our cat and I was drooling over the "Nemo and Dory" fish. We were in a hurry so I didn't buy them although I really wanted to. So, when this afternoon's opportunity was shoved in my face, they didn't have to twist my arm.

My kids were so happy about taking three fish home. We even took them straight to the playground with us and for a while there, the fish were more interesting than the swings and slides.

I went to the Target 15 minutes before closing time to get the fishy food. I came home and my husband fed them. They weren't eating. I looked at them closely. I have never looked at them this closely. I LOVE seafood. I LOVE fish. It's different looking at them alive, moving and gills breathing. They were looking at me. I told my husband I can't get too attached to these guys or I will completely shy away from eating fish. It's an unsettling feeling. Then I started imagining the pond they called home and looked at the pitcher we temporarily put them in for the night. Bad feelings start to wash over me. I felt bad that they're taken away from their home. I didn't want them to be unhappy because I know how that feels. Hopefully, they will acclimate and feel at home in their new residence. The kids sure love them. I hope they know that.

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