Gave these to one of the moms on BaltAP, the Yahoo group for Baltimore-area attachment parenting folks that I belong to. I had inherited them from my brother, who had fish for his kids, with the intent of getting a fish or frog for Jack for his birthday. But given my inability to take care of one more living thing beyond the 4 humans and one canine in our family, adopting another animal is not a good idea -- I mean, you should see my poor house plants. Seriously, I just can't do it: the feeding, the tank maintenance, the feeling guilty when the latter doesn't get done and the fish lives in thick scum. I am refusing to be fish-whipped.
And neither can Jack, realistically, handle it, not for a few more years anyway. He still doesn't understand why he can't take the fish out of the little pond at Nanu's house and play with them, something he tries to do every time he thinks he can get away with it. So it actually would be cruel for us to get a fish for him -- for the fish, not for Jack. Like some sort of aquatic Guantanamo Prison, complete with constant harassment by a well-meaning four year old bent on loving it to death. So bye-bye, fish tank, I'm giving you away to save us from being haunted by the ghosts of departed pets. Because you know once one died, we'd have to replace it. Or, as David Sedaris once described the revolving roster of pets in his childhood home, "another day, another collar."
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