How would you ever guess that a fish can be impossible? Well, I discovered this very recently that a tiny little orange gold fish can be impossible. It all started at the beginning of the school year. Now, just to make it known, the beginning of this "interesting" story won't really seem like it coordinates with an impossible fish, but trust me, it really will. That is why I am starting it that way of course!
My science teacher, Mr. Dibb had assigned us to do an insect collection. Many students knew they would probably fail, so to ease his grading, over half the ninth graders taped one or more Snicker bars on their insect collection boxes, for Mr. Dibb loves Snickers. Well, one girl didn't quite do Snicker bars, she instead handed Mr. Dibb a white box. The box, of course, was not as big as the insect collection box. For this box was about a six * six *six, which either held a box full of snickers or something else. The box had a big long pink ribbon tied around it, making Mr. Dibb question. So while we are grading each others insect collections, Mr. Dibb approaches the box and unties the ribbon. The entire class looked over, excited to see what was inside the box.
Suddenly, the box rocks and Mr. Dibb backed away.
"What is in there?"
The girl just smiled, "you'll see." She said.
Mr. Dibb opened one flap and peeked inside, his eyes growing big.
"You tied a ribbon around it's neck, why did you tie a ribbon around it's neck? Your choking it!" It made us all question what on Earth he was talking about.
Then he slowly tipped the box, two tiny little mice crawling out. One darted out, squeaking because it was tired of being in a tiny enclosed box. The other one though, struggled to crawl out, for it was choking on a pink ribbon tied tightly around it's neck. The other mouse had it's neck kinked, it's body struggling to crawl out the wall of the box. The girl pulled off the ribbon, a poor mark around it's neck. Of course, Mr. Dibb being a science teacher who most of the time dissects these things, he wasn't quite sure what to do with them. So he put them in a small tank and, having no mice feed, he pulled out a package of peanut butter crackers and filled a petri dish full of water... they died over the weekend. Now the question is, what has been in that petri dish before? So they died.
Next came a snake. Supposedly, his wife thought that he could take care of a snake, but because he didn't have mice to feed it, the snake went missing two weeks later.
And then came the fish. Yes, the impossible fish.
I'm a teachers aid in Mr. Dibb's eighth grade class (for he's obviously my favorite teacher), so I was in that class when an eighth grade girl came over with a tiny little gold fish to give. Mr. Dibb placed the tiny fish inside a fish tank in the far corner, I expected, over the last pets, that that fish was going to die over the weekend. It was about a week later when Mr. Dibb called me over, the fish still alive.
"I've been feeding that fish gold fish crackers over the last week and I ran out," he opens his candy stash drawer, "what do you think we should feed it now?"
I don't say much until he pulls out a package of Cheez-It's, "what about these?"
So I fed the fish the Cheez-It's until we ran out. When we ran out, he called me over, "we hadn't fed that fish since last week, what will we feed it now?... what about popcorn?"
So I fed it popcorn. The next week.
"Smarties."
I seriously only fed it once a week, the tank cleaned out only once a week. So when Christmas had come along, you know what I gave him?... fish food. He got so excited, he stopped the entire classes labs announcing that I am so amazing and this fish feed was the most thoughtful gift he has ever gotten this Christmas. So I had the honors to feed the fish. I figured, since this was the last day before Christmas break, that the fish was either going to die from eating real food, die from too dirty of water, die from two weeks of starvation, or all of the above.
Two weeks later, I came to class to find the fish STILL FREAKING ALIVE!!!!! Mr. Dibb mentioned that when he came in his classroom that morning, the tank was so dirty it was almost black. He emptied it out to find the fish still swimming around like nothing was wrong. I fed it that morning like usual. I really only fed it once a week as usual and all the way until today, it is still living. So there is my fish story, the story of that impossible gold fish.
My science teacher, Mr. Dibb had assigned us to do an insect collection. Many students knew they would probably fail, so to ease his grading, over half the ninth graders taped one or more Snicker bars on their insect collection boxes, for Mr. Dibb loves Snickers. Well, one girl didn't quite do Snicker bars, she instead handed Mr. Dibb a white box. The box, of course, was not as big as the insect collection box. For this box was about a six * six *six, which either held a box full of snickers or something else. The box had a big long pink ribbon tied around it, making Mr. Dibb question. So while we are grading each others insect collections, Mr. Dibb approaches the box and unties the ribbon. The entire class looked over, excited to see what was inside the box.
Suddenly, the box rocks and Mr. Dibb backed away.
"What is in there?"
The girl just smiled, "you'll see." She said.
Mr. Dibb opened one flap and peeked inside, his eyes growing big.
"You tied a ribbon around it's neck, why did you tie a ribbon around it's neck? Your choking it!" It made us all question what on Earth he was talking about.
Then he slowly tipped the box, two tiny little mice crawling out. One darted out, squeaking because it was tired of being in a tiny enclosed box. The other one though, struggled to crawl out, for it was choking on a pink ribbon tied tightly around it's neck. The other mouse had it's neck kinked, it's body struggling to crawl out the wall of the box. The girl pulled off the ribbon, a poor mark around it's neck. Of course, Mr. Dibb being a science teacher who most of the time dissects these things, he wasn't quite sure what to do with them. So he put them in a small tank and, having no mice feed, he pulled out a package of peanut butter crackers and filled a petri dish full of water... they died over the weekend. Now the question is, what has been in that petri dish before? So they died.
Next came a snake. Supposedly, his wife thought that he could take care of a snake, but because he didn't have mice to feed it, the snake went missing two weeks later.
And then came the fish. Yes, the impossible fish.
I'm a teachers aid in Mr. Dibb's eighth grade class (for he's obviously my favorite teacher), so I was in that class when an eighth grade girl came over with a tiny little gold fish to give. Mr. Dibb placed the tiny fish inside a fish tank in the far corner, I expected, over the last pets, that that fish was going to die over the weekend. It was about a week later when Mr. Dibb called me over, the fish still alive.
"I've been feeding that fish gold fish crackers over the last week and I ran out," he opens his candy stash drawer, "what do you think we should feed it now?"
I don't say much until he pulls out a package of Cheez-It's, "what about these?"
So I fed the fish the Cheez-It's until we ran out. When we ran out, he called me over, "we hadn't fed that fish since last week, what will we feed it now?... what about popcorn?"
So I fed it popcorn. The next week.
"Smarties."
I seriously only fed it once a week, the tank cleaned out only once a week. So when Christmas had come along, you know what I gave him?... fish food. He got so excited, he stopped the entire classes labs announcing that I am so amazing and this fish feed was the most thoughtful gift he has ever gotten this Christmas. So I had the honors to feed the fish. I figured, since this was the last day before Christmas break, that the fish was either going to die from eating real food, die from too dirty of water, die from two weeks of starvation, or all of the above.
Two weeks later, I came to class to find the fish STILL FREAKING ALIVE!!!!! Mr. Dibb mentioned that when he came in his classroom that morning, the tank was so dirty it was almost black. He emptied it out to find the fish still swimming around like nothing was wrong. I fed it that morning like usual. I really only fed it once a week as usual and all the way until today, it is still living. So there is my fish story, the story of that impossible gold fish.