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!