My daughter’s bestie provided his a small fish bowl filled with the prettiest fish I had ever seen.
He told his the fish came from someplace near Australia, and they couldn’t be in the tank with any other species of fish.
Apparently they didn’t get along well together. He said they needed steady temperatures and they couldn’t be in a frigid room. She thought that it would be a superb plan to put the fish bowl near the air vent. When he got home from school the next morning, the fish were a little sluggish. She moved them a little bit closer to the air vent when he left for school the next morning. They were even more sluggish when he got home, than they were the previous morning. I asked his what was wrong and he told me his fish were dying. I went upstairs to look at the fish and he had them kneeling right on top of the air vent. I could stink fish throughout the room and the water in the tank had turned murky. I asked his how long they had been on the air vent? She said he had put them there when he went to school that morning. She was worried that if he killed the fish, his bestie would get miserable with her. I thought he had a superb option of him being miserable if that was how he was. I took the fish tank off the air vent, and the fish were floating. The people I was with and I provided them a nice memorial repair and a official farewell as all of us flushed the toilet.