This post is dedicated to a fish.
His name was Peach and he liked to bite people.
Three and a half years ago, Mira found him in a pet shop.
She decided that she wanted him because of his sexy eyes.
So much for that.
I decided that they were evil eyes. He would watch you while you were in the same room with him. And he moved the pebbles around his tank to create a wall so that he could hide behind it and spy on you.
One day, his tank cracked and he was moved into the fish tank in my room. My goldfish were transferred to the big aquarium downstairs. I was a little iffy about him at first. (he was a weird fish). But as time went on you just ... get attached, you know?
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I can see him staring at me through the bookshelf, directly opposite my bed. That was his way of trying to send me telepathic messages along the lines of "FEED ME DAMN IT I AM HUNGRY."
Three days ago, he stopped asking me to do that.
He stopped asking me to feed him.
I even managed to stuff a piece into his mouth. He spat it back out.
Peach died today.
He was the craziest fish I had ever known.
He's bitten me a lot. My fingers bleed because of him.
Other people have also gotten bitten by him.
He splashed all the books I keep next to his tank because he tried to get my attention.
He tried to jump out of the bucket while I clean his tank.
I used to be paranoid about him committing suicide.
I know, fishes are ... pretty boring.
But Peach wasn't. He was entertaining.
I miss him already.
The room is so quiet without the sound of his tank filter.
His name was Peach and he liked to bite people.
Three and a half years ago, Mira found him in a pet shop.
She decided that she wanted him because of his sexy eyes.
So much for that.
I decided that they were evil eyes. He would watch you while you were in the same room with him. And he moved the pebbles around his tank to create a wall so that he could hide behind it and spy on you.
One day, his tank cracked and he was moved into the fish tank in my room. My goldfish were transferred to the big aquarium downstairs. I was a little iffy about him at first. (he was a weird fish). But as time went on you just ... get attached, you know?
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I can see him staring at me through the bookshelf, directly opposite my bed. That was his way of trying to send me telepathic messages along the lines of "FEED ME DAMN IT I AM HUNGRY."
Three days ago, he stopped asking me to do that.
He stopped asking me to feed him.
I even managed to stuff a piece into his mouth. He spat it back out.
Peach died today.
He was the craziest fish I had ever known.
He's bitten me a lot. My fingers bleed because of him.
Other people have also gotten bitten by him.
He splashed all the books I keep next to his tank because he tried to get my attention.
He tried to jump out of the bucket while I clean his tank.
I used to be paranoid about him committing suicide.
I know, fishes are ... pretty boring.
But Peach wasn't. He was entertaining.
I miss him already.
The room is so quiet without the sound of his tank filter.
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