When John was off to help with the kids he decided to get some fish. He promised that I wouldn't have to do anything, since even feeding them grosses me out. I really hate fish. Anyway, after the demise of several of the tropical variety we decided to stick with simple goldfish. We went to the pet store to pick some out and John decided to let Mitchell hold the bag of fish on the way home. We reminded him about Darla on Finding Nemo and the dangers of shaking the bag. Needless to say, he quickly forgot and about halfway home the bag popped and fish went flying into the air. I jumped into the back and couldn't find any of them. After frantically searching, I found one lying on the ground, one inside Mitchell's shorts (being sat upon), and about ten minutes into the searching I found the last one squished into a crack in the bottom of the car. I quickly picked up the first two, but the last one "goldie" was a little more difficult. I had to yank him by the tail pretty hard to get him free. They all survived for a few days, but we have since lost the unfortunate "goldie" with his broken tail. Anyway, so much for not having to touch or do anything. So gross!!
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That is hilarious. We had that same thing happen with Royce he pulled a fish bowl down at petco and fish were flopping all over the floor. I had to pick them up.
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