Fish Masacre Part 2

With a belly full of fish, I don't think that Mrs. Puffer could handle it. She too, died in the pineapple like her husband. Before their deaths, we did discover that their stomachs kind of puff up, causing them to be stuck belly side up at the top of the water. That was quite interesting I thought. And then we decided, well I decided, that I wanted to put Glub Glub in the five gallon fish tank and the other two fish in the one gallon fish bowl. I just wanted Glub Glub to get bigger sooner. Zippity, one of the two fish, was the next to reach the end of his lifetime. His named was zippity because all he did was swim really fast back and forth in the tank. I assumed that he worked his poor little heart to death. Goldie lived for a few more days. Being alone broke her heart for sure. Cause of death: heartbreak. Five fish, all dead in two and a half weeks. Walmart massacre? I think yes.

Fish Masacre Part 1

For my birthday, which was about a month ago now, my boyfriend had gifted me with a five gallon aquarium for our goldfish, Glub Glub. Mitchell had won me Glub Glub at Dairy Days this past year. Ever since, we had been thinking about buying new fish. So when this opportunity arose, we decided to purchase fish from Wal-Mart that we just had to have. The ones that we wanted the most were the puffer fish, so we bought two. But since those are kind of expensive, we bought three other fish that were said to be compatible with the puffers. We brought them home, decorated their tank, and made them feel welcome. Apparently they didn't appreciate our efforts.
When you bring a fish home, it takes a little while for it to adapt to their new home. Ever since day two, Mr. Puffer didn't look so good. It wasn't swimming as strongly, which resulted in it getting stuck to the filter in the tank...three times. He perished peacefully in the Spongebob pineapple. Mr. Henderson had warned me that the puffer will eat the other fish, but I didn't listen. Mrs. Puffer ate half of the smallest and cutest fish we had, I had named her lion because she had zebra stripes. I would avenge her murder, however. Since Mrs. Puffer had ate Lion I decided that Mrs. deserved to be eaten by my cat. Mitchell didn't like that idea though, which upset me. To be continued...

The Origin of Blog

Originally, I was going to make my blog about food. Life, once a week I would bake something and post a picture of it, give you my recipe, the works. But, that didn't exactly happen. I do enjoy baking, but only when I'm in the mood to. If I bake because I HAVE to for this school assignment, I don't think that I would enjoy it as much. Like when people demand cookies out of me, I'd rather just take pictures of myself eating the cookie dough and showing it to them. I don't understand how someone can be a "good" baker either. To make stuff taste good all you have to do is follow the directions, it's that easy. Maybe being a "master" chef is just a big conspiracy, like maybe if they gave me one of their recipes I could become a master chef as well?! If I wasn't such a picky eater I would become a food critic and find out for myself. Until then, I suggest someone go out and destroy the public's image of five star hotels.