Last night the kids were watching my daughter’s beata fish, swimming around in his vase, when my son yelled “Mom, I think the fish is having a heart attack or something.”  My husband and I laughed and pretty much ignored it.  A few minutes later, my daughter comes crying into the living room, screaming that her fish had died.

Apparently he had started swimming and flopping madly around the bowl for a few minutes and then went limp and sunk to the bottom, coming to rest on the rocks, laying on his side.

We all trouped back out to the kitchen to see the dead fish.  We watched him for five minutes or so, just lying on his side on the bottom of the tank.  He never moved, not even his gills were moving.  So my husband took the tank to the bathroom to give him a proper burial.

As soon as the fish hit the bottom of the toilet, my daughter hit the handle to flush, and the fish started swimming around.

Mass chaos broke out at that moment.  My daughter started screaming for daddy to rescue the fish, and son started screaming that the fish was alive, and the fish went down the toilet.

My daughter order prescription drugs without a prescription was heartbroken when she thought the fish was dead.  She was even more heartbroken and inconsolable knowing that she had just flushed him down the toilet when he was still alive.

Apparently the way to revive a fish is to dump him in the toilet.

That or the little sucker was just playing dead to get the kids to leave him alone and it ended up costing him his cialis 2.5mg life.

(Maybe he was just trying to find a good fat burner exercise and wore himself out!  He was looking kind of chunky from just sitting around in his tank all the time.  Since his mate died back in July, he never swan around much anymore.)