The Tragic Passing of a Friend

I have a sad tale to tell this evening.

We have lost our first pet - Fishy Zack.

Sam cleaned the little tank this morning and left Fishy Zack in the small plastic cup we purchased him in to let the water in the tank warm up to room temperature.  We then headed out the door to our dear friends', the Bells, house to swim and eat lunch.  When we got home I walked in the kitchen and saw something black on the counter on top of a recipe card I had left there.  Puzzled, I walked closer to see what it was.

A roach?

A prune?

No, it was Fishy Zack.  Black, dried up and dead.

I quickly ushered the boys upstairs before they came in the kitchen (whispering to Sam to look on the counter) and got them in their rooms for quiet time.  Sam came upstairs with a slightly sick, guilty look on his face.  There is evidently a reason they put tops on the cups that they hold the fish in at the pet store.  As far as we can determine, Fishy Zack must have flipped himself out of the cup and flopped around on the counter finally coming to rest a foot and a half from his cup and died.

It must have been a rather painful death.

We really felt badly.

I took the recipe card to the bathroom to give him the funeral flush.

He stuck to the card.  Ugh.

I had to use tissue to unstick him and finally scrape him off the card into the potty.

Farewell Fishy Zack!

Know the funny thing?  Remember the recipe card that was Fishy's deathbed?

It was a recipe for Baked Tilapia.  No joke.