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In seventh grade, when I was like eleven, we had a science class that had us creating an aquarium out of a two-liter soda bottle, a semi-closed environment with live plants, rocks, and those small, cheap guppy fish. I think we were allowed to open it up once every two weeks or so to clean or remove the fishes' dead bodies or whatever and I was at the sink doing just that. I took the top off and slowly started pouring the water out being as careful as I could. Somehow, oddly, despite that, one of my guppies slipped through my fingers and I saw as if in slow motion its little wriggling body go sliding down the drain. No Pixar, drains don't lead directly to the ocean. It was a literal science experiment and yet I felt so, so bad for that tiny 88 cent fish. I accidentally neglected a hamster to death too. I wanted a pet to take care of after I moved in with my husband, so we got Kuma, but then shortly after got our two cats. They're needy and noisy and provided far more interaction than a hamster and I guess we just stopped caring fully for her.  I'm really sorry Kuma. You certainly deserved better.ToastFaceKillah posted:I was six, and had a hamster named Goldie. I decided that I loved reading, my hamster must love reading too! I put it on my blanket, got a book, and started reading to her. I finished the book, and went to grab Goldie, but she wasn't on the bed. She was under the bed. kinmik fucked around with this message at 01:03 on Jun 14, 2015 |
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