If it's not dead, don't flush it: The survival story of Humbert Humbert
A month before we got married, we got a beta fish. Why?
Well... were slightly tipsy after a dinner at our favorite restaurant, picking up cat food at PetSmart. The sad little beta fish slowly dying in their little cups destroyed me. So we picked out a blue and brown adult beta who looked the least likely to survive or get adopted, got all the supplies, and took him home.
Despite summoning all of my 12th grade oceanography class knowledge, his adjustment was rough. The current in the tank was slightly too strong. Our water is hard. He spent many a day waffling between lying on his side, on the brink of death, and playing and swimming as energetically as a teenager.
"Just flush him!!" I told my husband. I had had it.
Every day, never knowing if I would come home to a dead fish. Feeling guilty for wasting time and money on just a little beta. The constant discussions over What To Do About Humbert.
But my husband refused to flush the living creature. He persisted, and the fish thrived. He valiantly researched online, bought all the necessary chemicals, and brought little HumHum back to life.
Every week, he changes the water. Every morning, he feeds the fish. Every day, he turns the tank lights on and off. And every day, Humbert gives us joy. His fins are large and more colorful than ever. He has a happy bubble nest at the top of his tank. I love to coo at him and watch him glide in the water as I do the dishes and hang in the kitchen. Thanks to my husband, it is November 17, 2017, and our beloved fishy is thriving, alive and kicking, 8 months post-adoption.
Humbert reminds me to take the time to nurture the things I love. To enjoy them thoroughly for as long as I can. That love takes work. That it's always worth it. And that you shouldn't flush something just because you're scared.