Meet John, Paul, George, and Ringo. The Fab Four now reside at our house.We headed out to the pet store Saturday afternoon with the intention of picking up a bowl and a few fish for the boys. Jason has a new obsession with all things animal, and if Shawn continues the pattern he's been on lately, his obsession with animals will follow within a few weeks. So, we thought why not. It is a relatively inexpensive addition to our budget, right? We went for it.
We were off to the pet store, wide eyed with the thrill of the hunt. We had few expectations. We'd get fish. We knew we'd also get the chance to look at some of the small animals while we were there, too. A win win.
Right off the bat, the hamsters and the snakes were big hits with our younguns. Score for me! I had a good idea! Things took a turn downhill once we left the small critters and moved to the aquatic area. The boys were impressed with the water turtles, too. But the fish were apparently not that great. We couldn't get the boys to even hardly look at them.
We picked out a tank with a lid to keep the cats out. Jason picked out pink and blue (but mostly pink) rocks for the bottom. Shawn picked out a pink flower. (I have no idea why everything is pink. Real men love pink, right?) Isaac picked out some natural colored rocks to offset all the pink, and we were off. We rescued four little feeder fish. I let the clerk choose which ones we got. I just told him to choose four that would likely still be alive in the morning. (So far, so good on that one. Everyone is still alive and swimming.)


$69.00 later, Isaac and I were sitting in the car, shell shocked and wondering what the heck?
I looked at the receipt. The fish were $0.52. Four all four. That works out to $0.13 each.
Sigh. Back into the store I went.
I returned the $44!!!! fish tank set up we purchased by accident (apparently it was in the wrong place) and got a the one that we should have gotten for the price we thought we were paying, which happily I like even better than the first one. Then I had to lie to the stupid clerks who tried to badger me into getting the bigger tank because the fish! need! a! gallon! of! water! per! fish! technically making us need a 5 gallon tank for the four freaking feeder fish. (Later, I was told that these babies can reach 22 inches long. If they live that long that is. All I am saying is that these fish have been elevated from the projects of the fish world into a pretty darn fine condo in the suburbs. They should be happy. I'll just pretend they're living in the cramped world of New York...or Los Angeles and leave it at that!) Anyway, I got my money back, changed the tanks, and hightailed it out of there before even more money tried to fall out of my pockets into their cash register.
I was happier. Isaac was happier. The boys could have cared less--they were still playing with the rocks and the flower.
At home, we set up the tank.
And now?
We like them, though, so it is all good in the long run. :-)









