Musing on Feeding Felix.
This is Felix.
Felix has grown a lot since the day I raced down to get him to replace Oscar who had unknowingly jumped to his death.
Felix is too big for his tank. Since I’m trying to buy Christmas presents for now Felix is having to be a very large fish in a very small pond.
Problem Number 1: The smaller food pellets weren’t satisfying him. So I went to the larger ones.
He ate them right up….but then spit out all kinds of bitty food particles. (I couldn’t keep up with him.)
That tank just wouldn’t stay clean.
I changed the water. I changed the filter every few days. There was just too much extra food falling down into the gravel.
WHY ARE MOMS MADE TO SUFFER taking care of their children’s critters?
My eldest came up with a plan.
Start feeding Felix little feeder goldfish.
Suddenly an idea that would have two months ago been very disgusting became most appealing.
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Yesterday afternoon my two sons, 18 and eight went to the store and brought back five goldfish.
The first two were gone faster than you can say….goldfish.
Then it seems as the day wore on, my 8-year-old son became rather attached to one of the remaining fish. I went into his room to see this.
Bye, bye.
And just to be clear.
Execution stayed.
Yes. One little fish had wormed its little way into his heart.
And then after school, his mean old 18-year-old brother…
Well, let’s just say we are all out of fish and need to head up to the store tomorrow.
Lots of tears.
How expensive is this going to get?
