A couple days ago we were half-asleep while the n00b rummaged downstairs in search of breakfast. Then we heard: "Here you go, fishes! Here you go!"
This got us up in a hurry.
By the time we got downstairs, throwing on bathrobes and rubbing our bleary eyes, he had dumped a large amount of fish food in the tank. It was lining the bottom of the entire tank.
As D.G. pointed out, at least it wasn't maple syrup. Or dish soap. Not like the spoon he dropped in the milk jug a few days before.
After siphoning the tank as best we could and changing the filter, the water is still murky and cloudy. Now, twelve hours after the fact, one fish is dead and the other four are hovering near the top of the tank, desperate for air. The food becomes particulates in the water that makes it difficult for them to breathe. They are literally drowning in food.
On the plus side, the n00b did bring in the newspaper this morning.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Things you don't want to hear from a toddler first thing in the morning
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3 comments:
Poor little Turducken. He just wanted them to have a feast!
The note about fetching the paper is the scariest of all to me... haha. I can't imagine him negotiating the stairs all by himself. How fast they grow.
Hey Ducks!
Oh yes, he can get up and down stairs, open the deadbolt lock on the door, and even ride a bicycle (with training wheels). But he CANNOT understand why he is no longer allowed to feed the fish.
On a happier note, four of five of our aquarium residents did survive the ordeal. :-)
I bet they are still telling stories of the day it rained cheese!
Oh my, scary stuff: stairs, deadbolts, and bicycles. Clearly he has chosen "rogue" as his first player class. :)
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