Bubbles the Escape Artist: How My Goldfish Became a Tiny, Finned Houdini

Okay, broken, because it is history like my golden fish, blows, becoming a Houdini from the world of water. Yes, you listened to me correctly. A golden fish. He removed me. And let me tell you it was impressive and humiliating.

Here is the history of history. Bubbles are not an average golden fish. I mean, it looks like any other golden fish (orange, brilliant and in some way derpy, but this boy has personality. Swimming still in the glass when I came if I judged the decisions of my life. And it doesn't even let me start in food. It is not crazy, as if I had not eaten for weeks (even if it is always every day, okay?

However, one day, I decided what bubbles I needed an update. His tank became a little small and I thought: "Hey, let's give this boy the rest of the fish". So I left and purchased this new elegant tank with all the ornaments: a filter, a small castle, plants, works. I felt quite well in terms of me as if they were the best fish parents of all time.

I straightened the new tank, I filled it with water and left him sitting for a day to make sure everything was perfect. Then it was time for the big step. He carefully breathes his old tank and put it in the new one. He swam a little and reviewed his new excavations and I said: "Yes, my friend is your life now. Live the dream." "

But here, things have come out. The next morning, I entered the living room and the bubbles had disappeared. Until what measure. The tank was empty. There are no bubbles. No sign of combat. Only the water and a small castle that seemed too innocent.

I panicked. I mean, how to simply disappear a golden fish? Did you grow up and went to the legs? Has anyone broken and stolen? (Who flies even to a golden fish?) I'm afraid, I came across the house and watched behind television everywhere behind the television. Nothing.

Then I noticed something strange. There was a small puddle on the ground near the tank. And next to? A single gilded fish scale. My heart flowed. Do you have bubbles ... have they jumped? But how? The tank had a lid! Okay, well, it wasn't a narrow coverage, but anyway. Golden fish are not known exactly for their sporting spirit, you know?

I put my hands and knees and I push the pocket lamp with the torch under the sofa, then I saw it. Breath. It is only on the carpet and look like dry orange raisins. I was destroyed. I mean, I only had it for a few months, but I was attacked, right? It was my little one.

I collected it and waited for the worst, but then ... it moved. Like a small doll. I couldn't believe it. This fish was still alive. I rushed to the tank, I put it on and contained my breath. For a few seconds, only a life there. He was about to start planning his funeral when suddenly, who led the tank as if nothing had happened. I swear if the fish could speak, he would have said: "What? Did you think I could get rid of me so easily?"

I have also been raised and boring. Raised because my fish was not dead. Corver because, come, blow, what do you think? You are a golden fish, not a basic sweater.

But the story does not stop there. Oh no. Since Bubbles was the little rebel he is, he did it again. And again. And again. He became a weekly. I wake up, find it on the ground and I have to run the fish -CPR (which has not returned to the water and wait for the best). I tried everything to stop it: a heavier coverage in the tank, lowered the water level, even the edges. Nothing worked. This fish had decided to escape.

I finally gave myself. I moved his tank on the ground. So if I jumped, it would only have a few centimeters to die for. And what do you know? He stopped jumping. I think he realized that the emotion had disappeared when there was no risk. Typical.

So yes, this is the story of the way my golden fish ignored me. What is honestly? I'm a little proud of him. I mean, how many people can say that their corporate fish has a better escape plan than most of the heroes of the action movie? Not much, this is certain.

But here he is: the bubbles taught me a lesson. Sometimes you think you have everything under control and then, or in this case a golden fish, crosses a curved ball. And what do you know? All right. Just roll with that. Although this means finding fish on the carpet at 7 in the morning.

And you? Do you have a crazy story for pets? Let me know, I'm still in favor of a nice laugh. And if you have a fish that is like a noise like bubbles, open me. We can create a group of self-elves or something.