On Friday, Hannah came out from school carrying a fish bowl with her friend William's betta fish that he is using for his 5th grade Science Fair project - which I don't know why, but she was babysitting it for the weekend. I took one look at the water and thought - He doesn't need you to babysit it, he just wants you to clean the bowl, is all.
Anyway, the fish disappeared into Hannah's room all weekend. How appropriate though - a dirty fish bowl in and even dirtier bedroom. I am sure Mr. Fishy felt right at home.
Long story longer - Down comes the bowl this morning, and in the natural flow of how our school mornings are around here, Hannah realizes, with a panic, that the bowl needs to be cleaned before she leaves.
So I tend to that little chore (even though when the kids got their bettas, I said it would be only under the condition that they THEY yes THEYYYY take care of it).
As I am getting ready to pour the little guy back into the bowl of fresh clean water, I am trying to pour out what little, dirty and poopy water he is left floating in. Low and behold - he falls down the drain............
I'll be damned, if EVERY time I clean the kids bowls, I say to myself - "self...this would just be easier if you spend the $1.05 on a little bitty net. I hope the fish doesn't wind up down the drain.......................(gulp)..."
So as I am throwing up in my mouth - I am trying to reach down the garbage disposal, wishing I was little enough to see what it actually looks like inside a garbage disposal, so I can tell if there are little holes that Mr. Fishy could possibly fall through while I am trying to reach his little slimy body with my fingers. And as I count down what seemed to be minutes, but were probably seconds, I was also wondering - Gee, how long can he stay out of water before dying, in case I can actually get him out of here.
Well, all is well in Science Fair Project land for William. Thank GOD. I am going to PetSmart today to buy a net.