my new goldfish Update: BRIGITTE IS DEAD

Sushi. :smiley:

I went to my flute lesson yesterday, and my teacher had a new fishbowl
on his desk. In it was a betta that he had named ā€œMacBethā€. I thought
it appropriate.

Gasp!

I’m so glad that you rescued him, Lamby. How sad it is that the employees didn’t even care to look at their own inventory, thus allowing them to die! It makes me want to put them into a bowl, not feed them or give them a clean place to lay their heads, and see how they like it :swear:

This is why Walmart should not be allowed to sell fish. (Although conditions are hardly better at Petco or any of the other chain pet stores.)

Irony? What irony? I’m serious. I named him ā€œCranberryā€ because of his lovely color. He’s exactly the color of fresh, ripe New England cranberries. Everyone thinks the name fits.

Cranberries are one of my favorite snacks. Should I refuse to eat them? Turn up my nose at cranberry juice? Boycott Thanksgiving celebrations . . . just in case?

Besides, he’s got me blocked, so that post was officially invisible to him. The rule is that if you’ve announced that you’ve blocked someone, you cannot complain further about their posts. You cannot eat your cake and still have it.

Thank you, Izz. You, too, Gonzo.

That’s why my daughter quit her job at the local SuperPets. Too many animals dying daily.

:astonished: :astonished: Without being sarcastic, how the hell does one Euthenize a fish??
Surely just a flick to the head or a swift flush down the toilet?

By the way, what about ā€œKayaā€ as a name. It is the name of the lead singer from ā€œyouth in asiaā€ā€¦ geddit!
see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Youth_in_Asia

:wink:

Clove oil.

Explain?

Clove oil is an anaesthetic to fish. It has to be administered very specifically, but in larger amounts it can be used as a painless form of euthanasia, for fish. They go to sleep and never wake up.

Update: BRIGITTE IS DEAD! Oh no. This is why I dislike ryukins. They have a tendency to die. Grr.

Her tank was cycled and everything. I’ve had tanks running of the same mosquito fish (Lat. Heterandria formosa) for three years, and the same gourami for 2 years, so I really think ryukin goldfish are simply cursed, but so pretty.

Here’s an adult photo of one, why I like them so much:

In a few months I will be traveling out of state, and I might try to get another one, if I think it’ll live. They’re sooooo pretty.

R.I.P.

I’m fixing to set up my fish tank and get some fish.



I’m confused. Anyone else?

It really pisses me off. I wish they wouldn’t die. Mary Baker Eddy had a long illness, and Brigitte just simply decided to die, or something. There’s a theory that because of their body shape, ryukins have more health problems. Blah. Blah.

I will bury her body in my houseplant.

The Japanese ones are hardy (they stretch back a long way). In America they tend to be less so. It sucks. If anybody is going to Japan soon, tell me and I’ll give you the money to bring me back a fish. :stuck_out_tongue:

Maybe this is just Cran expressing frustration at the inexorablility of mortality.
You could just as easily say ā€œThis is why I dislike stars. They eventually go nova.ā€

To be fair, I think Nanohedron had a ood point. I tend to be confusing to people besides myself.

I’m sorry Cran. They really are pretty fish…maybe this one had something from the pet shop? I bought a fish from a shop once, and it turned out it had Ick, and died shortly after.

Andreas Gryphius:
Es ist alles eitel
(1630)

Du siehst, wohin du siehst nur Eitelkeit auf Erden.
Was dieser heute baut, reißt jener morgen ein:
Wo itzund StƤdte stehn, wird eine Wiese sein
Auf der ein SchƤferskind wird spielen mit den Herden:

Was itzund prächtig blüht, soll bald zertreten werden.
Was itzt so pocht und trotzt ist morgen Asch und Bein
Nichts ist, das ewig sei, kein Erz, kein Marmorstein.
Itzt lacht das Glück uns an, bald donnern die Beschwerden.

Der hohen Taten Ruhm muß wie ein Traum vergehn.
Soll denn das Spiel der Zeit, der leichte Mensch bestehn?
Ach! was ist alles dies, was wir für köstlich achten,

Als schlechte Nichtigkeit, als Schatten, Staub und Wind;
Als eine Wiesenblum, die man nicht wiederfind’t.
Noch will, was ewig ist, kein einig Mensch betrachten!




(itzt, itzund = jetzt)