2 reasons not to get an office pet

Fish # 1: Let me introduce you to Paco. He became a member of my office in September of 2009. He was a very smart red betta. He would follow my finger around. One day I was typing, looked over, and his tank was empty. He jumped out of his tank and was on the floor. I quickly put him back in his tank and surprisingly he survived. I was so happy my little Paco was such a trooper. The next day while I was on my lunch break Paco again escaped from his tank! This time though he wasn't so lucky because my husband was in quest of brownies under my desk. He stepped on poor Paco. It was the ordeal of the office with all of my coworkers in the room screaming and poor Paco trying to swim after being stepped on. My husband denied he'd stepped on Paco, but the blood and fish guts on his shoe was enough proof for me. I made him promise to buy me another fish.

Fish # 2: My sweet husband bought me a second gorgeous blue betta. When we first purchased him for about a week he wouldn't eat. I refused to name him because I didn't want to get attached if he was just going to die from not eating. On the day of our first month anniversary of marriage it was a joyous day (because of the wedding celebration) as well as the fact that my fish ate for the first time that day! I decided at this point to name him Nolan after Nolan Ryan, my favorite Texas Ranger pitcher. Nolan was an incredibly fast fish and this is why he earned this honorably name. Nolan and I bonded and became friends. This morning when I was lovingly cleaning his water little, poor Nolan swam .... right into the garbage disposal. After about a half hour of trying to rescue him, I finally deserted my poor fish to his demise.

The moral of the story either is: Don't get office pets.