Fish are odd. One can do things that should kill them - and don’t. Or do things that should help them thrive, and kill them.
Allow me to present the story of FrankenFish.
My former housemate has a fondness for animals of all sorts. Well, almost all sorts. At the moment cats are not high on her list. (The last three we’d lived with all have had issues about mistaking closets and clean laundry with the litterbox.) And she was not willing to let me get a skunk. Aside from that, however, she has three dogs, and a small salt-water aquarium.
Contrary to what you may be thinking, FrankenFish was NOT in the salt water aquarium. It lived in another aquarium, and technically wasn’t my housemate’s fish. Instead it was The Monster’s fish. My housemate had a tendency to go into pet stores to drool at the various salt water fish they might have. Unfortunately, The Monster, really doesn’t understand the joys of window shopping so, when she sees the walls of aquaria she starts campaigning for one of her own. My solution would have been to not bring the child into the store, but my housemate choose, instead to get her a feeder tetra, and let her think of it as ‘her’ fish. The first several of these fish came home and died within a day: between the lack of food, the disturbance of any sense of equilibrium that The Monster inflicted (She liked, greatly, to shake the bag with the fish in it.), and the lack of oxygenation, or filtration of the water they’d been living in, there really wasn’t much hope for 'em.
But, then, there was FrankenFish.
First, The Monster was particularly insistent on being able to keep hold of ‘her’ fish. So, for the first two nights, she slept with the bag, and the fish in it, in her bed. Taking care to shake it vigorously whenever it appeared that the fish had recovered from the last such assault. Then once we were able to take the bag from The Monster and transfer the fish into a holding vessel (in this case a glass flower vase) he was put in cold tap water, untreated and unfiltered. Usually the chemical shock alone or the temperature shock is enough to kill off such feeder fish. But not so here. So, about once a week my housemate would remember to dump out about half the water in the vase and replace it with fresh. That was the only oxygenation, and filtration, that the fish was experiencing. Again, a regimen that is usually fatal to these fish.
And during the month to six weeks that FrankenFish was being kept like this… he was not fed. (I hadn’t realized this at the time. It’s not MY fault, honest. Besides, that’s another reason I like dogs, they can tell you that they’ve been starved and need to be fed. They may not mean it, but they won’t let you ignore them to death. I know I can’t keep plants.) So, my housemate woke up one morning and realized that FrankenFish (as I’d taken to calling it) was still ALIVE! (Cue movie voices here. You know the film and scene.) So she got out from her storage a small 5 gallon counter aquarium and set it up for FrankenFish.
We all expected him to die of shock from the transition to a properly cared for and oxygenated tank… but no, he’s still alive. In fact, my former housemate thought that the tank was likely conditioned enough to get another feeder to keep FrankenFish company.
The newbie didn’t last long enough to get named.
And then, FrankenFish started eating the body.
I think that FrankenFish was a zombie fish… :eek: