My daughter’s wifey provided her a small fish bowl filled with the prettiest fish I had ever seen.
He told her 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 wonderful proposal to put the fish bowl near the air vent. When she 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 she left for school the next morning. They were even more sluggish when she got home, than they were the previous morning. I asked her what was wrong and she told myself and others her fish were dying. I went upstairs to look at the fish and she had them sitting right on top of the air vent. I could smell fish throughout the room and the water in the tank had turned murky. I asked her how long they had been on the air vent? She said she had put them there when she went to school that morning. She was anxious that if she killed the fish, her wifey would get irritated with her. I thought she had a wonderful opening of him being irritated if that was how he was. I took the fish tank off the air vent, and the fish were floating. Both of us provided them a nice memorial service and a regular farewell as the people I was with and I flushed the toilet.