Breaking up a goldfish fight wasn’t on the agenda for the day.
I’m not exactly a fish person.
I feed them and move on, not paying attention to the tank life.
I start to notice Marlee watching the tank more than usual.
New hobby, I guess.
I catch him doing it again later, and now I see it.
They are circling one fish.
Bullying.
Can fish bully other fish?
It’s the newest fish in the tank.
I tap on the glass.
They stop.
This goes on a couple more times.
What in fish tank hell is happening.
The new fish is starting to slow down.
Like it’s tired.
To Google I go.
It takes me twice as long to type anything because I’m constantly tapping on the tank.
Google has nothing.
Meanwhile, Marlee just continues to watch.
So helpful he is.
The tank is supposed to be a place of tranquility.
Not high school nonsense.
“Don’t make me seperate you guys.”
Even though it looks tired, the minute I grab the net, he acts like he just had a sip of Red Bull.
Now he is flying.
“Don’t run, I’m trying to help you,” I say, chasing him with the net.
“You guys are assholes. Leave him alone.”
I can’t grab him.
Back to the drawing board.
I notice the tank could use a little more water.
Maybe if I feed them again, they’ll come down.
I add more water to the tank.
It scares them.
Then more food.
They all seem afraid at this point.
Good.
Thanks for nothing, Google.
I got it.
Now all the fish are happy and getting along.
Fish, can we just not next time.
Please.
