I confess...I'm a fish killer

My husband and I started a freshwater fish tank two years ago for his birthday.  It's been fun.  We have all cichlids except for one.  I don't know what kind he is, but he has survived the supposedly vicious and mean cichlids in our tank.  Well, a couple of our fish got these nasty white spots on them.  We bought some medicine for them.  The medicine said to take the carbon out of the filters for 24 hours after dispensing the medicine.  Ryan (the hubby) has normally put the medicine in, but I put it in this morning because he rushed out the door to work.  

I turned the filter off (that's what hubby had done in the past).  I told him the medicine said we could take the carbon out of the filter and keep the filter on and asked if he thought I should do that.  However, the conversation was via gmail chat and somehow it didn't come across correctly and so I re-explained and was waiting to hear back from him.  It must have been a particularly busy day at work because I didn't get a response.

Thus, the filter stayed off.  I ran to the store to grab some things for dinner or something.  I came back and all the fish were swimming at the top eating at some non-existent food.  I paused momentarily thinking they were hungry (they often swim to the top after I walk in the door...they know their food source).  But then I realized they didn't move towards me wanting food.  Then to my horror I saw some fish on the rocks laying sideways.  I quickly googled what it meant when fish were doing that, and found out that the water was lacking oxygen.

In trying to make the medicine last longer and waiting for a reply from Ryan, I had depleted the oxygen in the tank and the fish were suffocating, or had suffocated.  They were eating the air to get the oxygen they needed.  I quickly turned on the air bubbler we had off  (it makes a vibrating noise and I can hear really well, so it normally drives me crazy).  One fish was desperately trying to swim to the top to get some oxygen but failed.  I literally saw two of them take their last breaths as I was trying to get some oxygen in the water for them.

I killed most the big fish.  I suppose they are bigger and need more oxygen so they went first.  They also happen to be Ryan's favorite fish.  While there were some that survived, I killed Garrus, Dylan, Dylan's brother whose name I can never remember and Lodi

It was all by accident, but that didn't make me feel any better.  Nor did it make it easier calling Ryan on his lunch break and telling him about my accidental massacre.  That's my confession....I'm an accidental fish killer--beware.

I confess...I used to eat corndogs for breakfast

I was just going through the mail with all the coupons and newspapers and junk mail and came across Arctic Circle's ad for an 89 cent corn dog.  And suddenly, I remembered I ate those for breakfast all the time in college.  Yes it's true.  There was a time in my life when most things never looked good and made me literally nauseous and quite frequently triggered a gag reflex for even thinking about the food. And no, I wasn't pregnant.  But man, corn dogs....they just hit the spot.  And when nothing looked good in the morning, out came the frozen corn dog.  Microwaveable frozen corn dogs...I'd totally forgotten.  My poor roommates who woke up and came to have their breakfast and could smell the faint   odor of a microwave corn dog.  Ahhh.....college, bad food and roommates.  What a memory.