Tales of Aquatic Survivalism from Atop my Piano
I've been running a little science experiment for the past several weeks, investigating how long a goldfish can live in his own filth because I don't feel like cleaning the tank.
Results? Inconclusive. The d*mn fish outlasted my willingness to leave what had become essentially a clear-glass bucket of slime on top of the piano any longer.
I suppose I could have just moved it someplace less visible and let the experiment continue. Unfortunately the kids recently rediscovered that they own a fish, and have been arguing about who loves him (or her) the most, which also had a role in ending the experiment.
Of course, being loved by a competitive 5 year old and 3 year old has considerably shortened the fish's expected lifespan. His (or her) odds were better being neglected in the slime.
Results? Inconclusive. The d*mn fish outlasted my willingness to leave what had become essentially a clear-glass bucket of slime on top of the piano any longer.
I suppose I could have just moved it someplace less visible and let the experiment continue. Unfortunately the kids recently rediscovered that they own a fish, and have been arguing about who loves him (or her) the most, which also had a role in ending the experiment.
Of course, being loved by a competitive 5 year old and 3 year old has considerably shortened the fish's expected lifespan. His (or her) odds were better being neglected in the slime.
Posted by Doug Williams on
Monday November 14, 2005 at 4:41pm
