About three years ago a psycho fan gave a co-worker of mine four mini frogs and a fish. Knowing he wouldn’t want these frogs/fish I feared that they would end up in the dumpster, so I offered to take them home with me. When I was fired from that shity ass job I moved home to Idaho and brought the whole gang with me. Actually just parts of the gang, two of the frogs got sucked up into the filter and drown to death.
I lived with my grandparents for about a year and a half until I went back to Utah for a job. I left my frog (one more died, I think the other one ate him?) and fish behind for my grandmother to care for because it gave her something to do everyday and she loved watching that little frog. She named him “Fred.”
Recently, my grandfather called to let me know that the fish had died. He didn’t take the fish out of the tank; he just called to let me know it was dead. Three days later I arrived in Idaho to find a fish floating in the top of the tank, nice grandpa.
Now I’m home for the holidays and I’ve decided that grandma needs another fish to look after. She told me not to get her a fish but I completely ignored her request.
Today mom and I went to the pet store and purchased a fat little goldfish named Gomer. I brought him home, snuck him into my room, cleaned the tank, put his bag in the water, fed him and now he’s swimming around in his new home.
Gomer.
Grandma doesn’t know about Gomer and I imagine she won’t be happy when she comes into my room to feed the frog and discovers him, but I’m dying for the moment when she does.
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