Tuesday, February 21, 2006

The Windex Incident

It was pretty early in the morning and the kids got into my childproof cleaning supply cabinet (Terry & I were still lying in bed, but we were awake, I swear). I am always telling them how that stuff is poison, and it will make them very sick. I guess she was spraying the outside of the tank (like I clean it), and one of the kids (I'm still unsure which one) unscrewed the lid and dumped 1/2 a bottle of Windex in the fish tank. Max screamed that Tessa was killing her fish, so I ran in there, saw what happened, ran out, grabbed a bowl, filled it with water, and tried to rescue the few that were still alive. They were all dead before I could even get them out.

So R.I.P. to:
Godzilla
Goldie
Goldy
Dottie
Lionhead
Jacque
And the nameless red head fish that died earlier that week.

Jacque had died the day before, and we were really worried that Tessa would notice because she loved her 'scary fish'. I was going to go get a replacement the day that all the fishes died. I was so mad, both kids spent the entire morning in their rooms because they had broken the law by playing with poison. Plus, I was super McPissed-Off, because I had redone the tank with new rocks and whatnot that was so cute. Tessa's fish tank was looking pretty awesome and they killed it.

My poor fish, it was an instant death. I think I cried.

So then I kind of freak out because children who kill animals are more likely to grow up to be adults who kill people; then I realized that I'm a freak, and my kids just like to dump shit. Leave a bottle of shampoo where Max can reach it? Into the tub it goes. It doesn't matter how many times we scold him, he just doesn't get it. It's like when someone puts a bottle of Absolut in front of me. I. must. drink. the. Absolut.

A couple of days after it happened, I told Tessa to tell a family friend what happened to her fish. I expected a sorry reply, like when she told my mom that she had died her fish and we flushed them down the toilet. At least then she was a bit sad. Not now though, this time she said in her wicked voice "I killed em so I could get an OCTOPUS." She told Terry she wanted an octopus "Because it be scary to YOU!"

So now the tank is mine, in the kitchen, and the kids can't touch. It's driving them crazy, but it's teaching them quite the lesson. Especially since I put a little frog in there.