fish and things.

all semester we've had a pet at our house.
one fish named Pac - making life happen in a small fish bowl.

last week we were eating dinner together as roommates, when we had the privilege of hearing Pac's life story - filled with several apartment changes and years of life. shortly after we recognized a smudge of residue growing in Pac's fish bowl. logically, Amy [Pac's owner] took the liberty to clean out his residence.

she scooped him up with a measuring cup - and plopped him in a small container. talk about your whole word changing....

Amy then proceeded to squirt dawn dish soap all over Pac's bowl, his porcelain center piece, and bowl bottom rocks. Katie and i laughed at Amy - as we stood in awe of the excessive amount of dish soap being used to basically cleanse Pac's insides. Amy proceeded to tell us that she has cleaned Pac's fish bowl like this for the past two and a half years. over-flowing bubbles created by various dish soap flavors. after completion of the cleansing - Pac was gracefully placed back into his thoroughly rinsed out fish bowl, filled to the brim with clear tap water [another factor known to risk the survival of a fish].

the next morning i wake up to several screams and 'NO WAY'S' coming from upstairs. i walk up to the kitchen to find everyone standing in awe of a belly-up fish. Pac's life was over.
perhaps it had to do with his ongoing - two-and-a-half year battle against dawn dish soap and habitats full of tap water. the one night we witnessed the cleansing occur - happened to be the last round.

coincidence?
i'd like to think so.

that night i came home from class and found a large bouquet of red and white flowers on the counter - addressed to Amy in regards to her loss.

we all laughed.