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We got a fish, and it died. (Part I)

Actually, we got three fish, and only one of the them died. But seeing as he lived in my house for approximately 72 hours before he was floating, lifeless, upside down at the top of the tank -- I'd say the other two's prospects don't look so good.
I've never been able to make a fish live. I had roughly a dozen when I was a child. One, after the other, after the other. My favorite baseball player at the time was Nolan Ryan, after whom I named all of my soon-to-be deceased aquatic companions -- Nolan Ryan, Nolan Ryan Jr., Nolan Ryan III, etc. Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead all the way up to Nolan Ryan XII, when my mom got sick of flushing fish bodies down the toilet and made me quit. I tried again in college, but those fish didn't stand a chance -- I'm certain the persistent haze of cigarette smoke in my apartment gave them lung cancer before they could die of any normal fish causes.
Nevertheless, it was time my daughter had a pet at dad's house. She has a dog at her mom's house, but I'll never compete with that. Beg, plead, and pine as I may, my girlfriend has vetoed the acquisition of four-legged creatures until I'm mature enough to handle the responsibility. (Seriously.) Plus (and I'll be in trouble later for telling you this), she enforces a strict "no vermin" policy, which excludes just about anything else you could imagine keeping in your house (even rabbits -- for the love of Pete, who doesn't like rabbits?).
So it was either a fish, or a house plant. Or maybe one of those electronic pets that need to "eat" and "poop" or they die -- although, I could never keep those alive either, and at least fish are interesting to watch. Kind of. For a minute.
This required a trip to the pet store. Holy crap, those places so gross. The smell, the socially awkward, animal-loving high school students carrying large tubs of gerbil feed -- the cages crammed with dozens of "vermin," all trying to look cute while they attack any competition that threatens their place at the front of the glass. It's half zoo, half underground society for trafficking furry animal contraband. If we weren't at a Large Chain Pet Store, I'd assume large, angry men were using sweaty wads of cash to place bets on dog fights in the back.
And there we were, picking out the newest editions to our family. Edan was pumped. I, on the other hand, approached the entire affair with a sense of impending doom. These fish, I thought, will die.
I thought I'd relieve some of the guilt I was bound to feel later -- when my child would inevitably discover her former pet's lifeless corpse bobbing at the top of the fish tank -- so I took an "open parenting" approach:
"Edan, I want you to know, before we get any fish, that they don't always live for very long. In fact, they might die. I know that might make you sad, and I just don't want you to be surprised if that happens. You know, if they die."
If you could've seen the look of despair on my daughter's face in that moment, you would've reported me to CPS. I felt awful, and quickly retracted my position, telling her that "lots of times, fish live. So it'll probably be fine!"
And then, with surprisingly little negotiation, there we were, holding three new fish in little plastic baggies, a tank/filter/pump combo, some food, and this weird powder that's supposed to "neutralize the ph balance" of the water in the tank (as if that would make any difference in the survival rate of our new goldfish). I have never received as much attention from other parents as I did while we waited in line to buy our 60 freakin' dollars worth of underwater companionship, and Edan bounced about, joyfully naming her new pets.
This, from the same moms that shoot me wary sideways glances at the playground, sure that the little girl calling me "daddy" is just a front for the child smuggling operation I run out of the trunk of my car. But today, we all had an understanding. They'd bought pets for their children, and they knew those pets might die at any time -- they took pity on me. Pity on the dad who didn't know what he was getting himself into.
But for the moment, all was well. Edan walked out of the pet store elated, and I was hero of the hour. We were going home with Pokey, Spokey and Sally, the three newest members of family.
But could I keep them alive? Tune in next week.











ReaderComments (Page 1 of 1)
7-17-2007 @ 11:04AM
Caelligh said...You have a rather casual attitude about the lives of these animals, don't you?
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7-17-2007 @ 11:16AM
Andy said...Beta. They're risiliant and can live in little bowls - the petstores even sell little Beta homes complete with rocks and fake tree for like $5 (the lid is necessary with curious toddlers). They pretty much maintain their own habitat and are much likely to live longer than goldfish or the like.
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7-17-2007 @ 11:32AM
Marcia said...Just change about half the water every couple days for the first couple weeks and make sure the water doesn't get too cold (you didn't mention a heater). We have 3 up and running fish tanks. One 45 gallon, a 20 gallon and a 10 gallon decorate the house. We were thinking about setting up another for salt water fish, but that takes some ambition I've heard.
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7-17-2007 @ 12:11PM
Jay said...Most tanks need to run for a while before they are ready for fish (commonly known as "cycling" the tank). Our first 20 gallon tank was running with no fish in it for 6 weeks before our local pet store said it was safe to start moving fish in.
We're lucky enough to have a local well run privately owned pet store that will do free water testing.
http://www.preusspets.com/
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7-17-2007 @ 1:06PM
Maureen said...I don't think we could kill our goldfish if we tried. He or she will be 3 in October! I think part of it is that the fish bowl (we have this cool "Biorb") is on my desk so I keep it company all day.
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7-17-2007 @ 1:20PM
JJ said...We also could not keep fish alive, so my grandma bought us "Fighting fish", but the fight was not theirs to win I guess. Beta are tough, but my 3 were jumpers when I was growing up. I understand your point and dread the day my son wants fish.
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7-17-2007 @ 2:13PM
Ginny said...We have a fish tank that has about 15 fish in it that are at least 2 yrs old. We bought the fish at Wal Mart no less. We don't have a heater and we don't do anything special. We add tap water when it evaporates and rarely bother with the filter. This tank is so maintenance free, it's not even funny. All I do is feed them store-bought fish food a couple times a day and that's it. I think having one of those sucker fish for the tank helps. Ours has gotten huge since we got it. He must be a hard worker too, as the tank is crystal clear. Don't know what kind of wimpy fish you are buying Jonathon, but you'd better get over to WalMart. :)
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7-17-2007 @ 2:21PM
Julie said...I've had fish ever since I was a baby, and my father was obsessed with them for most of my childhood... you'd never think there was so much chemistry behind plain ol' water! Getting the water conditioning chemicals is a good start, but here's a few other Big Things to keep in mind:
Always, always set up the tank *before* the fish, and let the water sit for awhile - 6 weeks at best, or at least until the water clouds over and goes clear again. This is called the nitrate cycle, or the "chemical that builds naturally in the water, can kill your fish, and only goes away with time" cycle. I know when you have a kid chomping at the bit for a new fish, making her stare at an empty tank for a month is easier said than done, but it prevents a lot of dead fishies.
Don't change more than 1/5 the tank water at a time if you can avoid it. Any more than that upsets the tank's water chemistry and stresses your fish.
Undergravel filters are best. Clean the gravel regularly even if you do have one (we always used a siphon with a large mouth at one end that we dug around in the gravel). That's where all the poop and uneaten food goes, after all.
And as for fish types.... goldfish poop about 4 times more than other fish and need that much more tankspace. Angelfish are aggressive toward other fish, as are most things called "cichlid". Anything called a "tetra" prefers to live in schools. If you have the space, invest in a plecostamos - they eat algae and will help keep your walls clean.
And of course, take everything I say with a grain of salt. We fish lovers are an opinionated lot and there are bound to be others who do it differently and swear by their technique ;)
Good luck.
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7-17-2007 @ 3:54PM
cheryl said...I got three goldfish a few years back. Two croaked within a week. I realized I needed to up my game. I got a better tank with carbon filters and a bio wheel. I "cycled the tank" and read up about fish tank water chemistry. Goldfish need a lot of water apparently-- 10 gallons per fish. Yes, you read that correctly. Anyway, the third fish is now vastly larger than he once was, to a very frightening degree, and appears to be verging on immortality.
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7-17-2007 @ 6:45PM
Ann Adams said...Andy beat me to it. I've had lousy luck with most fish but I've managed somehow to keep a single (always single) betta alive.
They're beautiful and very low maintenance.
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7-17-2007 @ 10:39PM
Jooley Ann said...Pick up some mollies. They're easy-peasy. Better yet, just take a few off my hands. I've got, like, 35 of 'em right now. *sigh* (Some of them are adowable wittle weensy baby fishies!)
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