I have killed more small pets than anyone else I know. It all started with a fish named Fishy. Fishy was won at the local downtown Oak Park festival a few years ago. Fishy was won in a carnival game and died the next day. This brought on the discussion of "what happens after you die" amidst hoards of tears and moaning. We covered the mirrors and invited the relatives over. This was opposed to the "Circle of Life" school of death-thought. Fishy did NOT go back to the stars and he would never speak (or burble) at us again.
We went through 5 hermit crabs. I couldn't keep those suckers alive either. Furthermore, you are a lucky person if you have never seen a hermit crab freak out and try to kill the other crab in the tank. (this normally ends up with one of the crabs (the loser) sitting on top of the coconut shell without a shell, and usually without one or more legs, looking like a sci-fi-horror creature) (not good for you son to wake up to)
Now we're on to freshwater fish and I'm doing slightly better with these guys (and girls). I don't kill them nearly as often, and we have had a few opportunities to discuss reproduction in the aquaria, as the Platys have given birth a few times, with several generations living in the tank together. (cue the banjo music, fish don't much pay attention to which sibling or parent is the father or mother)
Now we have Ich in the tank, a disease that can be fatal, but I'm a workin' to get it fixed before I lose any more fish. Wish me luck.
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