Posted by sean on June 11, 2006 at 4:38 pm in Fish with No Comments

My new fishes are annoying! They’re just sitting in the grit on the bottom of the tank underneath the fake coral.

I didn’t spend £1.50 on each fish for them just to be sitting around on their arses on all day (or wherever fishes do sit). I want them to actually do something. OK, I’m not expecting them to jump through hoops or write Shakespeare, but at least do something. If this inactivity continues I may be taking their toys away so they have nowhere to hide.

They’re hiding but believe me, they are there

I’ve even tried getting them going by feeding them; they didn’t really seem that bothered. One fish did eat a flake but then spat it out again! “Fuck you fish! I prepared that meal for you and what do you do in return? Regurgitate it in front of me.”

Maybe they’re not hungry, one is moving around a little now with a long shit hanging out of its arse. To be honest if I was pushing out a turd the length my body I wouldn’t want to be disturbed either.

I’ll let you all know if the fishes start to do anything of interest like learn the Brandenburg Concerto or give up on life altogether and start floating on the surface.

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