Betsy and Sal

Who Said Fish Sitting Was Easy?

A favor to a friend becomes a stressful endeavor.

Fish sitting causes me angst. Really, fish sitting is stressful. I am the temporary guardian of two lively goldfish and one nearly dead beta fish for family friends while they are away on vacation.  Yesterday, the dad dropped them off with clear instructions: “A pinch of food for the goldfish and four pebbles of food for the beta fish each morning and they should make it through the week.”  That was it. “Wait,” I cried, as he was halfway out the door. “Doesn’t this purpley one look a bit, um, unwell?” “No, it’s fine. Look.” And with that he tapped the side of the bowl and the limp fish looked up, shook its left fin, and then sank back down to the festive faux stone bottom. This was supposed to make me feel better? The two healthy goldfish …

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