Before you read this post, make sure you have read up on my fish dilemma here.
After weeks and weeks of searching for my lost fish (we even had a curious baby and a sniffing dog in the apartment), we have finally located the deceased.
Here is how it all went down:
Poor hubs fell asleep on the lazyboy. So as to not raise the snoring beast, I went to bed. A few hours latter he was in the bedroom rummaging around looking for his phone. Being the good wifey that I am, I got up to help him look.
His phone was, of course, on mute. After about 20 minutes of searching, we located his phone in the caverns of the chair. We also located the volume remote, which had assumed was a goner. While moving the chair back in place, I was shocked to discover my late beta fish on the carpet.
It has left me to conclude that the poor fellow had jumped out of his bowl and flopped and flopped and flopped around under the chair.
I bet he regretted that the second he decided to do that.