Fishy memories


This morning Mr. Curry swam over to fishy heaven. This lil trooper was amazingly lively for a cheap feeder fish. I still can't believe he's lasted from sophmore year of college till now. Funny, looking back he was the only one to even survive during sophmore year. I think I bought a total of 7, naming some after the roomies in that room and the rest after food items. Ironically, the one named Cinnabun died that very night. Lesson learned, don't name fish after edibles. Then of course there was the Mle fish that used her biological warfare and killed off the rest of the fishes during that first week! But oh yeah, Mr. Curry stood strong! Normally I'm not too attached to my fishes, but this one actually has some pretty funny memories tied to him. I remember how he thrived on the brown Raritan river water and how he manages to turn the water in the tank a lovely shade of orange or green. But my most fond memory would be how whenever I went home for the weekend, I would actually pack him up to go home for like 2 days. I refused to put him inside a water bottle thinking that his body would snap on the way in or out of the small hole. So yeah, I would actually bring him home in his tank and seatbelt him into the seat. I didn't flush him down the toilet, I find that kinda gross and wrong. So Mr. Curry will be missed but there will be more of you in the future.