RIP

My midterm week of stress ended with a death.  My oldest and dearest fish died.

I have had her for 5 years.  My beloved Beulah has been with me for 3 apartments, 6 roommates, and over 60 aquarium water changes.  I had a stressful week (huge understatement) with 3 major tests in one week.  I eat to deal with stress and I'm afraid when I eat I think my fish would like to eat.  So I ate. I fed my fish.  I ate.  I fed my fish.  I learned the hard way that fish, when they eat too much, can become constipated and die.  She had grown quite large from my years of stress relief eating.  I was kind of stuck for a min when I realized she had died.  I was afraid if I flushed her down the toilet she would clog it.  I ended up taking her down to the bushes at the end of my apartments.  I tried to throw her into the bushes but she stuck in the net and plopped onto the cement slab directly in front of my feet.  I didn't want to touch her to pick her up and throw her again so I left her there.  In case you are wondering, you can see her dead body from my front door.  I just make it a point to NOT look over there.  It is too painful...and gross.  Farewell Beulah.  You will be missed.