Yesterday I was gone most of the day. Carl got home about 10pm and beat me. I walked through the door and said, "Hi, guys, I'm home," to my husband and my fish collectively. Then I thought, "Oh no, I wasn't home to feed my fish!" So I looked in the bowl as I was grabbing the fish food and I said, "Carl, what did you do with Rozencrantz, er Guildenstern!?!" He said, "Hun?" Ugh... One of my fish died while I was gone and Carl flushed it and didn't want me to know. I was sure!
Carl comes over and looks in the fishbowl. Looks confused. Sure enough there's only one fish in the fishbowl. "Where was the last place you saw it?"
"IN THE FISHBOWL! It was there when I left this afternoon!"
"Do you think it might have jumped out?"
"He was the one that would have, but how?" (The fishbowl edges are very concave to the fish.) So Carl grabs a fork and rakes the handle through the rocks on the bottom... "Maybe he's hiding, or do you think the other one might have eaten him?"
"I don't know!" We look around behind the piano and under the stand next to it... No fish. No suspicious trail of water from flopping on the piano either....
So we gave up looking for the fish for the night.
Hopefully if it did fall on the floor and we just haven't found it, we do before it stinks!
My sister had a goldfish that would kill off all his companions. He'd either starve them to death or eat them. Maybe you have a killer goldfish on your hands!!!
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