Often, emotions trump logic. I find this happening to me over and over again - almost like a bad scene in Groundhog Day.
As we were driving home the other day, we almost ran over, and therefore felt obliged to pick up, take home, bathe, and feed this...
My kids called it ARK as in Almost Road Kill.
He lasted for about 45 minutes until my children became engrossed in an episode of Spongebob Squarepants and he escaped through a hole in our fence. I think he'd had enough of Sadie trying to clean his shell with a sponge and Bath and Body Works Ginger Body Scrub and decided to get the heck outta dodge.
The kids were watching Spongebob as part of our research on the various trends and societal impact of such cartoons on our nation's youth. Over the summer, my children will be writing a thesis, composing a power point presentation, and then presenting their findings to the entire family. For a grade.
Or, I was trying to cook dinner and needed them to be occupied to the point of comatose. Either one.
While making dinner, Hannah stopped by. She seemed amused that I was doing this...
One of our Betta fish, no name, apparently has an issue with his swim bladder. I know this because I Googled it so the information I found was tantamount to the gospel.
He/she/it only swims sideways and floats to the top.
Google said it's constipated. The cure for Betta fish constipation is fasting it for two days and then feeding it a cooked shelled pea. Unfortunately, the pea sinks and the fish can only float so I have to feed it with my hand. It's no problem because I really don't have anything else to do.
So far, nothing but a happy, floating Betta fish. I would put it out of it's misery with one flush but Google also said it's totally painless, just annoying to the fish.
Unlike my trainer on Wii Fit. He's both annoying and painful.