The title of my entry today would make a seriously awesome band name. Just a heads up to whoever fills Phil Collins’s spot in the music industry.
I have four fish. Three goldfish and one plecostamus. Every day, I like to spend some quality time with my fish, except the plecostamus because he looks like Cthulu’s mom. But I like to spend quality time with my goldfish. A lot of people don’t realize that goldfish have distinct personalities. You can even teach them to do tricks. I haven’t, because I don’t have that kind of time or desire to see a fish do a trick, but I do like to talk to them and basically tell them how awesome they are and sometimes stick my hand in with them so they can attack me.
Last night, I thought, “You know what would really blow a fish’s mind? Fire.” Think about it. There is no way they’ve ever seen fire. I thought they would be really impressed.
I grabbed my lighter and walked on my knees to get right up close to the tank without actually having to stand up because things like “standing” and “walking” are my least favorite activities. All three fish were lined up at the glass, their mouths– perpetually downturned and disapppointed-looking– going in such a way that if there had been a way to transmit the sound to me, I’m sure they were saying “Op. Op. Op.” Which, as you know, is fish for “Yes! Jen’s back! Jen is awesome!”
Then I flicked the lighter.
I think I could have sat down in front of that tank with a plate of fishsticks and a t-shirt that said “I love eating fish” and they would have reacted better. They scattered, looking at me with their wide, horrified eyes. They were afraid of the fire.
After a few minutes of chasing them around with it (which consists of just waving the lighter back and forth in front of the tank), I decided that was animal cruelty and went back to just chilling out and talking to them. But our relationship has changed. Before, they viewed me as a friendly being. Now, they know I command the elements. They’re already pretty freaked out by the fact that I can catch them in a net. Fire is somehow a worse betrayal of the bond between us.
I guess I’m going to have to do something nice for my fish, like watch Blue Planet again. They seem to enjoy shows about coral reefs and such.
There was no real point to this post, I just wanted to share. For some reason, creatures who live entirely underwater are afraid of fire.