"And so... Ded Dotti plagued us all."
Dotti was a gold fish I had when I was younger (it had a black spot on its side, hence the name, but it disappeared within days and the name remained), who miraculously lived through an ICK epidemic in our "tropical fish" fish-tank and then healthily on by its lonesome for another few years. When it died, I was lazy and left it in the bowl long enough to see it start decomposing. Bleh. So when I finally decided to take care of it, my older brother and I put it in a film canister-- full of water-- and buried it (non-biodegradable plastic, mind you) in the front yard where we proceeded to lose the "headstone" and forget where it was buried. Then we moved.
There's no telling where it is, but I can't help but laugh at the thought of someone digging it up while landscaping and finding a film canister of dead fish mush with a mini-skeleton. ^_^ Aren't I morbid?
Dotti was a gold fish I had when I was younger (it had a black spot on its side, hence the name, but it disappeared within days and the name remained), who miraculously lived through an ICK epidemic in our "tropical fish" fish-tank and then healthily on by its lonesome for another few years. When it died, I was lazy and left it in the bowl long enough to see it start decomposing. Bleh. So when I finally decided to take care of it, my older brother and I put it in a film canister-- full of water-- and buried it (non-biodegradable plastic, mind you) in the front yard where we proceeded to lose the "headstone" and forget where it was buried. Then we moved.
There's no telling where it is, but I can't help but laugh at the thought of someone digging it up while landscaping and finding a film canister of dead fish mush with a mini-skeleton. ^_^ Aren't I morbid?
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