During our sophomore year, Kara got a beta fish named Chewy, short for Chewbacca. His fish tank consisted of an upturned pot with a fishbowl on top and a lid, which she bought at DI. It was painted to look like a gumball machine. He was a good fish swimming around. At times he didn’t like to eat his food and sometimes he would stay still long enough so that we honestly wondered if he were dead.
One week during winter semester, Kara was having a really bad day. Lots of stuff had occurred and she was stressed and at school really early. That morning I had gotten up and readied myself for the day. As I was walking past Kara’s desk where her fish was I noticed him looking dead and unmoving. It wasn’t an unusual thing, like I said, but he looked more dead-like than usual. I tapped the glass and he floated to the top. I didn’t know what to do since I had to go to school so I just left him.
I walked through the Wilk to one of my classes and interestingly enough, I saw Kara there. I knew she was stressing but I unduly added to it by asking her, “Kara did Chewy die?” I’m not really sure why I said it this way. It was apparent she would have no reason to know at the time. A look of confusion came across her face as she very questionably said no. I told her that he very much was dead now. And then I left to go to class. That was probably one of the weirdest conversations ever. Sorry Kara!