May 2, 2001
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It happens when you have pet fish. Inevitably, one of your underwater buddies kicks the proverbial TetraMin container and you end up flushing them to their final resting place. This exact event happened in our household yesterday. My daughter’s two year old gold fish finally succumbed, and the body was summarily disposed. This evening I found a tiny, hand-drawn tombstone taped to the upstairs toilet. “Here lies Big Fat Fish” was all it said.
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