
Hello friends and family! Look closely at this picture. Please take note of a few details.
1. The bowl is empty.
2. The bamboo is gone.
3. Koala is gone.
4. There are fish sticks beside the bowl.
No, we did not eat Koala. But there is a tragic story. However, first I would like to remind you of the conditions in owning my sweet little beta fishy. Danno said that we can have a baby if I could 1. keep the plants alive, and 2. keep the fish alive. Now for the tale of that dark, dark day.
I awoke one chilly October day and my nose was a little runny, and the tip of it was cold. I stepped onto our creaky floor and thought, "My tropical little beta fish must be freezing if me, a mammal underneath mountains of blankets is cold!" Due to my maternal nature, I wanted to warm up my little creature. So I did what any loving mother would do, I turned on the heater. After an hour, our glorified space heater was doing nothing but warming a corner of the house and my Koala was probably STILL cold. Then I thought, "Well I'll just put him by the heater of course!" I went about my business and then went to retrieve my fish. When I bent over, my fingertips were shocked with a foreign sensation! It is called "warmth."
The bowl was warm.
The water was too warm.
The fish was dead...and little cooked I assume.
I tried to cool him off with tepid water. I tried a little first aid by pushing on his little tummy to start his heart. Even my sad and sorry tears didn't bring back Koala.
The moral of this story is: sorry if you wanted a niece or nephew, grandson or grandaughter, playmate for your children, or cute baby eye candy. Its not gonna happen :)