Friday, November 05, 2004
A Fish Called Pacu
So, yeah...it's pretty windy in Boston right now. Windy enought that my face probably would have blown off, had I not been holding onto it while walking through the courtyard at World Trade. I vaguely recall having heard that Boston is actually windier than Chicago, The Windy City itself, but perhaps I'm just making that up.
Last night, I came home to discover that our two Pacu fish were in a state of seriously deteriorating health. I asked Sheri for her semi-professional medical opinion in regards to the fish, at which point she asked me how she was supposed to know anything about fish health issues. Upon further review of our fine finned friends, she thought that they seem to have either cataracts or "some kind of Pacu disease". I'm guessing it's actually cataracts, as they both have some sort of film covering their eyes and continue crashing into the sides of the tank. It's actually pretty depressing to watch. They've gotten too big to flush down the toilet, so I'm not sure how we'll be disposing of them.
News Flash: Brendan just sent me an email (speak of the devil...). Pacu number one has gone to the Big Aquarium in the Sky. C'est la vie, my fishy friend, c'est la vie.
I can't say that I've had good experiences with fish in the past. When I was younger, we got three goldfish and named them Larry, Moe, and Curly. They all bit the big one on the very day we got them, with nary a nyuck nyuck to be heard. My sister got a fish when she was around 7 years old, and she named it Firecracker. At some point during the summer, she brought it out to the solar room on the side of our house, which probably gets up to the mid 80's during that time. Later on that summer, my mom discovered Firecracker's fish bowl, but no Firecracker...just cloudy water. Again, maybe I'm making some of this up, but I'm pretty sure that's how it went down.
Below are some of Brendan's pictures from the Sox Victory Parade. The first one is a shot of Manny and Millar, while the photo beneath it is one that I have unofficially named "Fernalds Abound".
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Last night, I came home to discover that our two Pacu fish were in a state of seriously deteriorating health. I asked Sheri for her semi-professional medical opinion in regards to the fish, at which point she asked me how she was supposed to know anything about fish health issues. Upon further review of our fine finned friends, she thought that they seem to have either cataracts or "some kind of Pacu disease". I'm guessing it's actually cataracts, as they both have some sort of film covering their eyes and continue crashing into the sides of the tank. It's actually pretty depressing to watch. They've gotten too big to flush down the toilet, so I'm not sure how we'll be disposing of them.
News Flash: Brendan just sent me an email (speak of the devil...). Pacu number one has gone to the Big Aquarium in the Sky. C'est la vie, my fishy friend, c'est la vie.
I can't say that I've had good experiences with fish in the past. When I was younger, we got three goldfish and named them Larry, Moe, and Curly. They all bit the big one on the very day we got them, with nary a nyuck nyuck to be heard. My sister got a fish when she was around 7 years old, and she named it Firecracker. At some point during the summer, she brought it out to the solar room on the side of our house, which probably gets up to the mid 80's during that time. Later on that summer, my mom discovered Firecracker's fish bowl, but no Firecracker...just cloudy water. Again, maybe I'm making some of this up, but I'm pretty sure that's how it went down.
Below are some of Brendan's pictures from the Sox Victory Parade. The first one is a shot of Manny and Millar, while the photo beneath it is one that I have unofficially named "Fernalds Abound".
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