joscelyne

When I was younger I had a habit of torturing fish. I knew it was hurting them, but I really really thought it was nifty if I took them out of the water and let them wiggle around in my hands. One time I did that with some of my cousins' tiny lil feeder goldfish and it wiggled out of my hand and flew behind the dresser. My being like 7 caused me to not be strong enough to move the dresser so I could reach the poor thing to put it back in the water. It died of course, and luckily it was too small to emit a stench. I don't think I ever admitted it to them, prolly because no one noticed.

Also we caught a frog in the yard, and my cousin was keeping it under the frisbee and told me to watch it for a second. Literally just a minute or two. But my curiosity rose and I kind of lifted the frisbee to take a peek, and then the frog hopped into the closet. We could hear the croaking for nights on end.

And then I got my own goldfish. I think there were two. My friend Patricia gave them to me and I carried them home in a plastic baggy of water while riding my bike. I had them for a good few weeks, and I made the mistake of putting loose change in their bowl to make them look pretty. My uncle realized this and told me it would make them sick because of the rust. I immediately took them to the bathroom where I filled the sink with water and put the fishies in to swim around while I cleaned out their bowl. I filled the clean bowl up with water, ready to put the fish back in. I pulled the drain, not realizing that the fish were still in the sink. I had to watch them go down the drain. I made sure to keep the water flowing so that maybe they'd swim safely to the sewer or wherever, but I could see one flopping around at the bottom of the pipe

This is why my father wouldn't ever let me own any pets.

Trust me, I felt bad.

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