Poor little fishies

What a horrible day!!! Ivan's still sick. He was in bed all day. So not a whole lot of nookie for having my man in bed all day.

Trying to stay busy, I decided to clean out the fish tank and drag it from one side of the kitchen to the other. So I take the fish out, clean the tank, move it, get it all set up and prepare to dump the fish into their newly cleaned home. Problem was I didn't check the temp of the water before I put them into the tank. The water was about 15 degrees hotter than it should have been.

Poor little guys. I put 'em in the tank and they freaked out. Zooming back and fourth across the tank. Apparently looking for colder water. So, I'm watching these fish thinking "what the hell is wrong with them?" After watching for a couple minutes I finally figured out what was going on, but by then it was too late. When I realized that 3 out of 4 fish didn't make it, I cried. I had to go to my room, wake up Ivan and snuggle for a minute.

I know that they are just fish, but I watched their last minutes of life. Knowing that I caused those fish not only pain but their lives made me feel like a slug. A no good dirty rotten fish killer. I'm going to be traumatized for a while after this. Hopefully no nightmares. I've got Ivan to protect me from those.

Poor little fishies.