We've got some sort of black fungus stuff growing in the aquarium. Fish dude says it comes from tap water and will eventually work itself out... or something. I tend to tune that out and let Ryan handle it. (Don't judge me! It was part of the deal!) It looks unappealing, to say the least. Kind of like the tank is in a bad industrial area where the buildings are all decrepit and smudged with soot. It's definitely the wrong side of the tracks.
And to add to the sociological degradation of our fish society, Drab is now walking around in Alabastor's shell. Which is both frightening and really, really creepy.
So, for those keeping tally, of the seven life-forms that once inhabited the tank, two are swimming in that giant toilet bowl in the sky, and one is wearing the deceased's skivvies. I'll give him props for the upgrade - his shell was boringly colored and sporting a giant hole - but minus points for total lack of class.
1 comments:
at: 6:31 PM said...
I never had any luck keeping fish alive when your mom was growing up at the farm either....bad water or bad karma with fish
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