Well, a wrench has been thrown in my plans yet again. Didn't I say yesterday that Federigo was moving into his tank today? Yeah, well....apparently the fact that I spent $150 setting up a tank, conditioned the water, and let the tank cycle for three weeks wasn't enough indication to my family that I was planning on using it.
My HUGEPAININTHEFLUFFYBUNNYBUTT father decided that it was ridiculous that I leave a tank running for three weeks with no fish in it, so he took it upon himself to buy two goldfish for my brother and just dump them in my tank, dirty bag-water and all. I'm pretty much furious. All that work to get the tank ready for Feddy, and the DAY BEFORE HE MOVES IN, they buy two crummy goldfish and just toss them in my tank. And use MY bloodworms and brineshrimp to feed them. No one felt the need to do any research on them whatsoever. I'm fairly certain goldfish aren't supposed to have the same diet as a betta.
Not only that, but when I had the audacity to get upset that my fishtank was stolen and contaminated, my father told me I was ridiculous. Because I left the tank empty for three weeks anyway. The fact that I left it empty for three weeks for a reason apparently never occurred to him.
THEN, this morning, I wake up at the ungodly hour of 7:30 (I work nights, I know 7:30 isn't ungodly to most people, but it is when you fall asleep at 2) to find my dad and brother going through all my fishtank stuff, just randomly using crap. When I let my facial expressions show I was annoyed, my dad told me to calm down because of course, Kathryn's just being ridiculous again.
And to top it all off? They leave the room and my dad gives my brother an entire carrot to give to Chloe. So I stupidly decide to say something, and tell them to stop giving her whole carrots before they get her sick. My dads compassionate response? "Oh my god, you're making ME sick. It's a -badword- ANIMAL, they live in the WILD, you think anyone runs around in the woods making sure they don't eat -badword- like that?"
The fact that the lifespan of a wild rabbit is 1-2 years and the lifespan of a house rabbit is 9+ seems to have escaped him.
He acts like this about all of my pets. Aiden does something bad and my dad screams or aims a kick at him. I step in to protect him, and I'm ridiculous because he's a bad dog and needs to be punished. I build Chloe a perfectly sized condo, and I'm ridiculous for spending money to give her more space because there was nothing wrong with her 1 1/2 by 2 foot cage, even though Chloe herself stretches out to about 1.4 feet. I buy a fishtank, and I'm stupid for spending money on a tank when the fish has a perfectly good cup to live in. AND THEN HE STEALS MY &^%*&$#&^%(*^% TANK ANYWAY TO PUT TWO GOLDFISH INTO IT, AND THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO CARE FOR GOLDFISH!!!!
OH, you know what else he did that made me hopping mad? He made dinner the other day and somehow misplaced a boiled ear of corn, so what does he do when he finds it the next day? Throw the ENTIRE thing into Chloe's cage! And he did it at night, too, so the next morning I woke up and found a completely demolished corn cob! She didn't eat her pellets that day! ARGH.
I just can't wait to move in with Matt and get my pets the hell out of here.
