The Adventures of Darcey & Watson

On Saturday I bought a new friend. He was the most beautiful betta fish in Petsmart, so uniquely colored and fit my personality quite well. I brought him home and was thrilled to put together his new “home” with a soft leafy plant to rest on, and some barrels to hide in if it got too bright in the apartment. He seemed to like the stylish environment and swam around like a spaz for a few minutes, so I named him Zippy. Everything looked great!

Tim and I then decided to go watch Despicable Me 2, a great movie! When I came home that night, I went to the fish bowl to see how my little Zippy was adjusting. Something seemed off. He was sinking to the bottom of the bowl, so I tapped on the glass (I know… cruel) to see if he would move. He did… after about 10 slow taps. Good he wasn’t dead. Then he rose to the top of the tank and was struggling to swim down into the water. “That’s not a good thing”, I thought. So I pulled out my phone and searched Google for what might be wrong with Zippy.

I found a lot of answers to the problem, and then noticed that Zippy had some white fuzzy stuff on him. First thought was “That’s kinda gross…”, second thought was, “Uh… that’s no good.” and back to Google I went. Google was saying that I should probably go to a pet store ASAP to get some anti-bacteria meds for Zippy, and replace some of his water with warmer water, as it was rather chilly in our apartment. I wasn’t about to run to Petsmart again, so I decided to wait till the morning.

I wrapped a blanket around his bowl to hopefully help the temperature of the water after I added some warmer water to the bowl, prayed that the Lord would somehow spare Zippy, and then went to bed.

Sunday morning I woke up to find Zippy drained of almost all his color, covered in fuzz, and dead. POOR ZIPPY! Guess I’ll have to go get another Zippy, and this time look for fuzz on the fish before buying him. Was a rather rude awakening for a Sunday morning before church. But no worries, I won’t add him to my wall of dead animals in my bathroom. He will get a proper burial in the porcelain fishbowl.

The Ocelot skull I have on my bookshelf

two of the four dead things in my bathroom

At least Manibu/JD/Bait is still alive and thriving on my desk at work. 2.5 years and counting!

This is Manibu/JD/Bait all happily floating in his bowl

Source: RIP Zippy

So, when I was younger I used to love Halloween. The dressing up in to strange costumes, going trick-or-treating, the candy, the spiders, the creepy things, and cobwebs. But lately I really am finding Halloween quite disturbing.
Telling kids that it’s okay to dress up as demons and other demonic things, practically saying “it’s okay to worship the devil because it’s just one night”. I’m not a fan.
Driving down the highway and seeing billboards of things I’d really not like to have images of plastered in my mind, going to the store and having motion sensored skeletons yelling at me as I pass by, and the adrenaline rush that comes when something disgusting jumps out at me from somewhere unexpected.
I do love Autumn. It’s in fact, my favorite season of the year. The leaves changing colors on the rolling hills of Pennsylvania, the cooler weather that’s like a breath of fresh air after the intense Texas summers, the pumpkins and thought of Thanksgiving drawing nearer.
Why can’t we just skip Halloween and prepare for Thanksgiving? I mean, I love dressing up in silly costumes, but I can do that any day of the year… I’m just not a fan of the creepy factor. I’ve never liked horror movies anyways, so why have a day that celebrates it?
I remember when I was a teenager and my mom had my brother and I attend the churches annual Harvest Party that took place when all my friends would be out trick-or-treeting. I used to get so upset about having to skip out on that, but now I can see why she wouldn’t let us take part. Thank you Mommy for looking out for us. Like many things, I didn’t see the wisdom in your decision until I grew up, but thanks for not giving into our pleas to be like “normal kids” on Halloween.
I’m done ranting now. Sorry to those who enjoy the holiday, it’s nothing against you, it’s everything against the actual holiday itself.

Source: Not a Fan of Halloween