Life and Death

We try to clean Darth's fish bowl often since it becomes green rather quickly. I was working on getting him back into the bowl when I accidentally dropped him into the sink. It immediately goes down the disposal.

I put my hand down there and couldn't feel it. Then I did what I always do when I'm in a bind....I try and find Chris. I in a panic told him what happened, but didn't get the reply I was looking for. It went something like....."My hand's too big to fit down there. It's a goner. Turn on the disposal. Make it a quick death." aghh

I was running out of time. I put my hand in again and freaked out when I felt something slimy and disgusting. I just didn't know if I could do it. EEww, gross. Putting my hand in the nasty disposal is something I try to avoid at all costs knowing what things could be festering down there. And now with a slimy, gross creature needing to be rescued, I was grossed out even more.

O.K., I thought, I can do this. It's just a fish. OUR fish. The guilt quickly building up. Chris telling me to turn the disposal on again made me want to get it out even more. A ground up fish in my disposal???.........I couldn't bear that, especially since it's our pet fish, and I was the one who dropped it.

Thankfully, I didn't have to make an emergency run to the pet store to buy another Darth. And thankfully, I didn't have to tell my kids I dropped the fish in the disposal and then turned the disposal on and had to shred it to pieces, while it was still alive, so it didn't suffer for too long.

And today when I was putting the fish back in the bowl, I made sure to put the stopper in, thank you very much.