Last week I believed I witnessed something quite…. umm…. Holy? Divine? Sacred? Supernatural?!!
Let me enlighten you….. (lol!)
Ok. There was a funfair and fireworks display near to where we live, we were all going to attend but my young twins weren’t overly keen on the fireworks. They liked to look at the pretty ones but the ones that made a loud bang put them off, frightened them a bit.
We decided not to go, but instead let Teen go with some friends.
He came back with a Goldfish!
He rang to ask if he could try and win one. I said no, but he brought one back anyway.
Nothing like an obedient teenager!
Like most goldfish that people win from fairgrounds, we assumed it wouldn’t last five minutes. I felt sorry for it to be honest, bless it – swimming around in a teeny weeny clear plastic bag. We didn’t have a tank or anything but at least Teen had enough sense to buy the poor little sod some fish food.
Daughter was overjoyed at this new acquisition.
So of course I dutifully accepted this creature into our home and began looking for something for it to live in! Found him (let’s assume it’s male) a large glass bowl and carefully transferred him over from tiny bag. Teen put the bowl in his room.
Now, being the person that I am, I was already planning to buy a proper tank with a filter and plants etc….. I haven’t owned fish before – apart from a goldfish I too won from a fair when I was a little girl. In those days we bought a bowl and gravel from the stall but that was it, my goldfish lasted quite a few years which I presumed meant she (gender guessing again) must’ve been happy. I’ve since discovered that keeping goldfish in a bowl without a pump is cruel!
I thought I’d be sensible though and give this little fella a few days to decide if he was going to stick around!
Fast forward two days and he was still swimming around his bowl, my Teen came home from school on this particular day and didn’t feel too well so went to bed for a sleep.
A little later on, Teen came downstairs to have his dinner, stood in the kitchen and snapped….
“What have you done with my fish?!!!”
We all looked at each other and laughed… I thought he’d been dreaming or hallucinating… maybe he had a temperature?!
He was serious.
We all raced upstairs at this point, pushing and shoving each other out of the way, trying to get to Teens room first so we could discover what the hell he was going on about!
He was right.
No fish in the bowl.
I couldn’t quite grasp what I was seeing, or wasn’t seeing… the bowl was empty…. How was this possible?
I felt panic, then a pang of sadness, poor little fish. I recalled that I’d either read or heard somewhere that fish can sometimes ‘jump’ out of the bowl/tank, either playfully or because they need oxygen, so we began looking around for him. None of us really wanted to see him lying somewhere but we needed to find him.
Couldn’t see him anywhere.
I know I’d seen him in the bowl earlier in the day and Teen said the fish was in the bowl when he came home from school, so we can conclude he must’ve jumped out between 4 and 6.00pm (ish)
We searched and searched but couldn’t find him, it was the most completely bizarre thing. Such a mystery.
Where the hell was he?
We gave up the search for the time being and went back downstairs for dinner.
Teen said he expected him not to last, a statement I knew was concealing his disappointment, he won it on his birthday and wanted to prove us all wrong…. that it would last longer than a few days.
After dinner I grabbed a torch and headed up another search party. The bowl was on top of Teens large drawers in his room so we pulled them away from the wall and shone the torch down the back, almost crippling myself trying to see. Then on all fours looking underneath… nothing there but crisp packets and rubbish. We looked in every single drawer as Teen rarely shuts them, it could’ve dropped in any one of them. We had already done this the first time we searched but was convinced we missed it.
I felt like a detective trying to piece it all together. Racking my brains for an answer. I just needed a magnifying glass and I could’ve been Sherlock Holmes!
After deliberation we decided that the fish could possibly have wriggled for some time once out of the bowl so we broadened our search to other parts of the room.
Still no sign.
Can fish just vanish into thin air? (I have to admit I googled this! I know, I know, but I was desperate!!)
Teen was becoming a little frantic, announcing that he didn’t want to sleep in a room with the corpse of a fish somewhere.
Then I shone the torch under the bed, crawling under a little, moving a few bits around (lucky I had cleaned under Teens bed a few weeks back) and saw something goldfish coloured!
I felt nauseous. Aww, it was him. He was behind a bag.
Couldn’t believe this poor little fish had jumped out of the bowl, flapped about and, for something so small, ended up quite a distance from where he started. What a mammoth journey.
I had to call the OH up. Teen and I were both creeped out and didn’t want to touch it. I left the room and couldn’t watch!
OH retrieved the fish and was going to dispose (how awful) of it but Teen told him to put it back in the bowl.
HE WAS SWIMMING!!!!!!
Albeit very slowly, but he WAS swimming. He was ALIVE!
Was it a miracle?
I think it may have been, folks.
He had not only been lying under a bed for a few (dusty) hours, but he had also fallen off the high chest of drawers and wriggled like crazy all across the room!
I’ll admit he didn’t look great. We began to oxygenate the water a little by taking some out and replacing with fresh water. He seemed to like this. But he really didn’t look great.
We wrapped foil round the rim of the bowl, just in case he had any more kamikaze ideas and kept checking on him. He seemed so slow, probably what you would expect after such an epic trauma but we decided he probably wouldn’t last the night!
It’s now almost a week later and I am happy to reveal he’s still alive! Woo hoo!
It’s nothing short of a miracle. Was it a resurrection?!
Respect to him. Maybe it’s time to start shopping for that shiny new tank…..