Yesterday morning my son wakes me up, with tears in his eyes and tells me "Pinchy" is dead. 2 days prior we had purchased a Austrailian blue lobster for the 20 gallon tank in his room, which he had lovingly gave the name Pinchy to.
I get up and sure enough, there is pinchy in 3 peices, so I quickly scooped him up and we did the standard burial at sea and I left for work. Feeling bad for my son, I left work early and took my daughter with me to the fish store and replaced Pinchy before my son got home from school, which the fish store replaced free of charge!. Plus I may have gotten a peice of coral for my reef tank (since I deserved a treat for being such an awesome dad).
My son got home and I waited, he went into his room and came out screaming " Dad, now there are 2 Pinchy's in my tank!"
HUH ???
So, I went and looked and low and behold there were 2. Apparently in my haste to get to work and not having had a cup of coffee yet, I had forgotten to actually look around the tank that morning. Pinchy had molted, looking oh so new and shiny. So back to the fish store I went, told the guy who had replaced the first missing pinchy my story. He called me a idiot and laughed, since he knows I know better. I purchased a new castle for the second lobster ($24.00), with the hopes that they will not kill each other. Worth a shot since there is no way my son would let me take the second one back. Now I brace myself for the next few days when my son will again appear at my door with tears in his eyes. "Dad, Pinchy ate Pinchy!"
Funny
