Musing on the miracle of Sucky.
Our fish population has taken a hit lately.
First, our smaller Plecostomus died after our Oscar kept picking at him.
Then Felix, the aforementioned terroristic Oscar died after a protracted illness…
That left one tiny feeder goldfish who outwitted the ailing Oscar and
Sucky.
Who died early last week.
Or so we thought.
“Mom Sucky’s floating on top?” yelled our youngest one morning before school.
Help. We have a sick aquarium.
I told him to get Sucky out. Honestly, I couldn’t stomach anymore dead fish. Losing Felix saddened me terribly and once again I’d failed as a mom of creatures born with gills.
“He’s too big. He’ll clog the toilet,” I yelled hoping to catch my son before Sucky’s lifeless body hit the water in the porcelain container.
Learned that lesson with Felix. Who did clog the toilet. Hate it when large tropical fish block plumbing.
So there went son, lifeless Sucky in hand, walking out the backdoor.
A minute passed.
“MOMMMMMMM!” The back door blows open and in rushes son.
“He’s alive. He’s alive. I put him in the dirt…and he started moving.”
“Put him in the water, Joe!” Good grief son.
Into the depths of the sick tank Sucky went. He floated for a moment…then dashed down to the bottom.
Checking in on him later in the day, Sucky was fastened to Squidward’s house par usual.
Sucky, the fish who cheated death.
Heaven help us all.
Or maybe that’s the point.
Do you know a fish who cheated death? Or survived a deficient fish-mom?
I sent my 2 youngest downstairs to change before church yesterday 3x each! Yes it would’ve been easier to just oh you know pick out their clothese for them but hey what fun is that????
When my oldest was an only child….and we went to be v. dressy in town church, I worried. Now things are so much more relaxed out here (though many, maybe children have bows and dresses). With three and trying to get all of us (myself included) there by 9, I’ve given in.