For the record, this isn't a nodeshell
Okay, first some background
. Mini-Hercules is one of my goldfish
(one of eight
resides in the large aquarium
in my room at my parents house. Originally I had a goldfish
who was a big bruiser
that lived for ages, and mini-Hercules looked
almost identical, only smaller - hence the name.
Despite my best efforts, mini-H had been looking a bit sickly
in recent weeks, not moving
about as much as usual, but with no physical
signs of illness
Then, last night (sometime between ten and eleven
) mini-H did his lap of honour
went belly up. I'd gotten kinda attached to the little guy over the two years or so that
I'd had him, so I was understandably sad at this.
demanded that I fish him out, before he ruined the water. So I netted
him, and made my way to the toilet
. As much as I would prefer there to be a more
way to dispose of a dead goldfish, at eleven at night, I had no other practical
options. I flushed
I went back to my room, and checked that the other guys were doing okay. None of the others
seemed in any way unusual.
So I clambered into bed, and fell asleep following a thought trail
that started with the
recently deceased mini-H.
Early this morning I got up (it being a workday) and got ready for work
. I got dressed,
fed the fish, and got breakfast. It wasn't until I went back in my room to fetch my keys
that I noticed that the aquarium had one more fish than the previous night.
Mini-H was back, swimming around as if he'd never been gone.
I double checked. I triple checked. I rubbed
my eyes, pinched
myself and re-examined the evidence
He was definately back
I'm not the kind of person who would see this as some kind of spiritual event or miracle,
if I'm a man of anything, I'm a man of science
. Indeed my initial reaction was 'This
is some weird ass shit'
So I sat there on the train
this morning trying to figure out what the fuck happened
The only thing I know for sure
, is that mini-H is now in the aquarium. I know this
because I saw that before I left the house, and unless this is a particularly detailed and
shitty dream, it's reality
. I don't know for a fact that my recollection of mini-H's
death wasn't a dream
But I don't usually remember my dreams, and in fact I've never really understood
'dreaming' thing. Some people get really freaked out by their dreams, and bad shit
happens - others interpret
their dreams in all sorts of weird ways. To me, it's just
'that thing that happens when I sleep
'. I don't even consider
it most of the time.
Now I'm being forced to consider it, not because mini-H was some big part of my life (he is
after all, only a goldfish
) but because this is the first time I can recollect when I
couldn't understand something. Normally if something puzzles me I can think about it and at
least get some insight
But this one confuses
me. I am sure (but I cannot prove
) that mini-H died, and I
flushed him down the toilet. I am at least sure that I flushed a very dead looking
mini-H away. But even if he wasn't dead, he was flushed - and I don't really see how he got
from that state of affairs to being back in the aquarium.
Basically, it's got me stumped. The only theory I have is that he wasn't dead
flush away, and one of my parents rescued him. Without telling me
. At some ungodly hour
in the morning when I doubt they'd notice if the house was on fire, let alone if there was
a fish in the toilet
Whatever happened, I'm glad mini-H is back.
Update: Neither of my parents had anything to do with it, and to add to my problems, they now think I'm slightly mad. I'm still no closer to figuring out what happened to mini-H. He's remaining silent on the matter.
I had to chuckle when I looked in the softlinks for this writeup and saw act of god.