My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
I have a lovely red betta fish named Jacob (his partner in crime/tank — with a divider, of course — is Edward. Can you guess my inspiration?). Well, yesterday evening Jacob decided he didn’t want to live anymore, and made the leap from the fish net he was in (I was transferring him from a holding container back to his tank, which I had just cleaned) into the kitchen sink. Normally I put some kind of covering over the drain, since YOU NEVER KNOW WITH THESE STUPID FISH, but of course yesterday was the ONE TIME I forgot to do that. Did I mention we have a garbage disposal (I don’t know if it’s green shopping appropriate, but it’s certainly a nice appliance to have around!), and that the drain is kind of open, with just a rubber gasket-type thing around it?
So yeah, death leap for Jacob. In the split second it took my brain to scream “OMG HE’S ON THE RUBBER GASKET GET HIM BEFORE HE FALLS THROUGH!”, he fell through. And anyone who has a garbage disposal knows that the drain opening is not quite big enough to get your hand in. Thankfully, within five seconds of me trying to failtastically get a hold of him with my fingers, I remembered our silicone-covered tongs. I grabbed them, and as gently as possible fished him out (fished, get it? Har har.) and got him back into the tank. All in all he was out of the water for maybe twenty seconds, but still, I thought he was a goner.
This happened about 30 hours ago, and Jacob has been fine ever since, so I’d like to think that his little mishap and brush with the drain of death didn’t cause any lasting harm!
I’ve never had a garbage disposal that you wouldn’t fit a hand in d=
good save though
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Beta fish are tough little bastards. My sister had one as a kid. One time we were in her room playing and we noticed the fish was not in his bowl. He was just….missing. We looked all over the dresser and floor for almost an hour. We noticed him STUCK to the WALL around that time. Even though we *knew* he was dead, we put him in the bowl just to see. And he started swimming around like nothing had ever happened and lived for another 2 years! She started calling him Superfish after that.
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