Back in the fall, we decided to try our hand at raising fish as pets again. We don't have the best luck with that around here, as you may or may not remember.
The time before this had included three fish who lasted three days. (RIP, Rainbow Tail, Shiny as Day and Likes To Eat Algae)
This time, we took a sample of our fish tank water to the store and had it tested to make sure we weren't poisoning the fish right from the start. Everything checked out just fine, so we got three more fish. Well, two fish and a little frog. New names: Shine Shine for N.'s orange one, Pancake for the yes, very flat frog. (I cannot remember the other fish's name. He died on day two.)
O. was very taken by his little frog. Watched him try to jump out of the tank, laughed when he darted all around, and was tickled when he seemed to hang from his feet from the fake plants.
He fed him every night, checked on him every time he returned to the house from school.
And he died less than two weeks later. When I texted J., who was out of town, to let him know we'd had to have another little toilet funeral, I suspect he might have been more than a little choked up.
O. was okay with it. Sad, but okay. Okay enough that I am a little worried that this "circle of life" thing is getting a little too familiar. So we're not rushing out to get any new fish or frogs so that he can go through it again. Luckily, Shine Shine seems to be hanging in there. And given O's report that shortly before the other creatures' demise, they seemed to be "wrestling," perhaps we have a bit of a bully on our hands.
A month after Pancake left us, this came home in O's backpack. It was perhaps the saddest piece of construction paper I have ever seen. He tells me he drew it before Pancake died. It is a remarkable likeness.
If you came here hoping for sweet flapjack recipe love, my apologies. I just rediscovered this in O.'s room, and decided before I pitched it (I really can't take looking at it all the time!), I would post it here for memory's sake.