I wrote a few weeks ago about how I gave up ‘not having a fish‘ for lent.
Easter is tomorrow and I’m sure you’re all wondering if I succeeded.
In short, no. I failed. But I failed in dramatic fashion.
A week ago I went to Wilmington for my friend’s wedding. While gone, I left the care of Walt (the fish) to my friend Chris.
He did a fantastic job and I don’t blame any of the following chain of events on him.
Last Saturday night, someone went into the library in my fraternity (where the fish was being kept) and smashed the bowl on one of the tables.
Lying in a tiny puddle of water for nearly five hours, he was discovered the next morning by another friend.
Miraculously Walt survived.
My friend filled up a styrofoam cup with water and poured Walt from his broken bowl into the cup.
When I returned from Wilmington, the story of the attack on Walt and his heroic survival was the talk of the town.
Celebrating, I fed Walt and made plans to buy him a new home the next day.
I went to bed Sunday night proud of the strength and courage of my betta fish.
I woke up Monday morning only to realize that our caretaker had thrown Walt away, thinking it was just another leftover cup of water.
Was I sad? Yes. Was I angry? Not really.
Walt and I made many memories during the four weeks that he was my pet but at the end of the day, he was just an $8 fish.
And I like to think that it’s the end of the day that matters. Because that’s when it’s night. And night is where the fun part of college happens…
For those of you celebrating, happy Easter and Passover. For those of you not, have a great Saturday.