Saturday, 19 June 2010
A Tale of Five Fish: Part 1
For some time my mum's fish tank has stood in the corner of the living room. It's four inhabitants floating around in there, occasionally congregating near the front of the tank. A sign that they require food.
The large goldfish was named Gibbs, the slightly smaller one Horatio. The darker coloured fish was named Grissom [we couldn't call him Gil could we?] and the multi-coloured one was Mac. If you watch a lot of American crime shows, like we do, you'll understand where the names came from.
They seemed to live quite a happy life these four forensic team leaders. I joked that we should get some more fish. Three to be exact and name them: Langston, Castle and Patrick. Again US Crime fans will understand.
My sister and her boyfriend recently went to a fair, and on their return we found that they had won a small goldfish. Tiny little fish he is, only about an inch, maybe an inch and a half long. In comparison to his soon-to-be tank mates, he was practically microscopic.
The next day he was placed in the tank and my sister's boyfriend was given the task of naming him. At first the name 'Shark Bait' was considered in reference to Nemo's nickname on Finding Nemo.
In the end it was decided that he would be called Simon. That's ok, I thought. Simon Baker is the actor who plays Patrick Jane in The Mentalist, so I thought he would fit in fairly well.
Simon [Patrick] spent the first few days hiding in the corner of the tank, behind the pump, as the other fish continued on with their lives.
In the bottom of the tank is a large ceramic skull [courtesy of my brother], which during his brave moments Simon [Patrick] would swim through before returning to his hidey hole.
All was well in the detective fish household. Until…
Without warning Horatio died. He was found at the bottom of the tank. So began the mission of staring at the fish to see if they were ok. It was noted that two of the others appeared to have a reddish colour developing on them – a possible sign of ammonia in the tank.
This problem was dealt with and again the fish went on with their lives…only now with one less. Simon [Patrick] was now less inclined to hide in the corner and would happily swim round with the others
However a couple of days later, Gibbs was found to be unnaturally still next to the pump, up in Simon's [Patrick's] corner in fact. After much staring we came to the conclusion that Gibbs too had died, and been despatched to that great pond in the sky.
Where's Mac? Is he ok? He seemed it – his patch of redness seemed to be fading. Simon [Patrick], where's he?
Oh, hiding in the skull how cute. Now what about Grissom? Grissom did not appear to be all that well. He seemed ok in spirit but his scales were taking on a whitish colour…a possible sign of some kind of parasite in the tank.
That night Grissom was found dead. We were then looking at Simon [Patrick] in a new light. The four fish were fine until he came along. The cuteness of him hiding in the ceramic skull was replaced with something more sinister. Was he hatching his evil plans in there? Was he trying to get the tank to himself?
I have suggested that if we get any more fish we should name two of them Holmes and Poirot so, should anything like this happen again, they have two of the greatest detectives of all time to help solve the mystery – before it's too late.
Maybe we should consider changing Simon's [Patrick's] name to Moriarty.
I returned home from work the other day and the two survivors were swimming around quite happily. However an hour later there was a body at the bottom of the tank.
Whose was it?
To be continued...tomorrow!