To a toddler, it isn't such a big deal.
To a teenager, when I think about it, or retell the sad tale to my friends, it's funny.
"'Funny'? How is murder 'funny'?" my readers ask.
Because it was a fish I murdered. With a grape.
I believe the fish - a deep purple beta fish, to be exact - lived at least a day or more. It certainly only lived a day in my care. My fish was bought for me at the pet store in the Solomon Pond Mall by me Meme, who took me there one spring morning. It was a big responsibility for a toddler - a fish to take care of and help feed every once in awhile. Our pet cat, Milky, didn't need much assistance from me, especially since I was always the one to pull out her whiskers or help abuse her with my younger brothers.
I've been told by my mother that I thought the fish might be hungry - hungry enough to give her a grape to eat. At first, it seems like a good idea. When a living creature is hungry, they must be given sustenance in order to live. But, for a fish, they must be given a specific type of food to eat, which doesn't include grapes.
I guess I didn't know that.
The fish died later on because the grape I gave it to eat released juices into the water, which killed it. Or at least that's my mother's theory. I don't believe there can be any other logical explanation for why it did.
...
... Perhaps I should apologize for my ignorance.
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R.I.P. my fish = (
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