

We got a fish last weekend and already I want to flush it down the toilet. The bowl gets too dirty too quickly and grosses me out. But today I walked in and Allison was sitting on the kitchen island (still no idea how she got up there) stabbing a butcher knife into the fish bowl. Luckily nobody was hurt, although, secretly, I wouldn’t have minded the fish’s tragic death. I guess his name proves true. Lucky Guppie.