"I caught you a delicious bass."
I probably should have seen this coming, but I thought I had put my foot down hard enough to avoid it. You see, we have a friend who likes fish tanks. He decided Cody should have one, so he brought us one one day.
I'm not talking about a little bitty fish bowl. I'm talking about a 50 gallon behemoth. "Now you can have your own fish tank!"
50 gallons? For a family who will be moving in a few months? NO, I said, unequivocally NO. NO fish until after we move. The end. Period. Do I make myself clear?
Cody called me one day and asked me to go take measurements so he could build a reinforcement for the tank in the basement. I asked him why he needed to reinforce the tank if it was going to remain empty until after we move. He avoided the question. I went downstairs with a measuring tape and saw two inches of water and some rocks in the bottom of the tank: cleansing solution.
NO! NO FISH until AFTER we move! THE END! I do NOT want to move a full 50 gallon tank in the dead of winter! PERIOD! Do I make myself clear?
That night, Cody came home and built the reinforcements himself.
NO NO NO NO!!!! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT FISH BEFORE WE MOVE? NO!
The next day, after church, our friend calls us up and says, "Hey! I've got a surprise for you! Can I stop by?" He comes in with a...
large mouth bass.
Then he tells us we'll need to go to the pet store in the morning and buy a filter for a 50 gallon tank so that the fish won't die.
For the record: Fish are not good gifts to give friends.