LONG LIVE ROCKY
Bentley was absolutely traumatized this past Sunday. Actually the whole family was traumatized in different ways during this situation. I'll explain what happened.
Bentley woke up on the wrong side of the bed on Sunday. A little cranky and getting frustrated at the smallest of things. I tried to distract him by saying "Its been over a week, maybe you can clean out Rocky's tank today!?" He replied with a snarky voice saying "I can't carry him downstairs Mom" while rolling his eyes. I calmly replied "No worries buddy, I can carry him downstairs, you clean the tank and then I'll carry him back upstairs to your room but first I just want to take a quick shower." He annoyingly agreed.
Brian and I needed a moment of peace so we both jumped in the shower together. It wasn't even 3 minutes later, Bentley BURSTS though the bathroom door screaming, bawling, shouting "I KILLED HIM!!!! I KILLED ROCKY!!!!! HES IN THE GARBURATOR!!!!!! IM A FISH KILLER!!!!" Bentley was in COMPLETE hysterics! Brian covered in Shampoo and me covered in conditioner jump out of the shower and ran downstairs. There we were covered in soap, in our birthday suits, shower still on, Bentley bawling and panicking running down to assess the situation.
Rocky was in fact, inside the garburator.. however, it wasn't on so he was still in one piece. I run into to the kitchen, there was water EVERYWHERE! Fish rocks EVERYWHERE. I slip and catch myself. Brian's immediately got in hands in the garburator trying to get rocky out while I'm filling up his little tank with water and putting in his little chemicals to help neutralize the water faster. It felt like forever. Carter was panicking too and without realizing it he was making the situation worse by constantly saying "Poor Rocky, he's almost dead. Maybe he is dead already. That would be so scary.. he must be so scared. Terrified!" (Hey...silence from the peanut gallery, please!)
There Brian and I were, middle of the kitchen, soap running everywhere working to get Rocky out of the garburator. Realizing that the blinds were all open and just praying our neighbours weren't watching. What a mess. Im not sure I'll ever be able to wave at them again without feeling like they have seen too much.
Finally! Brian pulls Rocky up and out of the garburator, we plop him in the water, he seems just fine. We grab towels and wrap them around us. We clean up the mess and I help Bentley finish putting his tank back together. We ask Bentley what had happened and how Rocky ended up in the garburator. He is now calmed down enough to speak. He tells us that he tried to carry the tank down himself but right before he put it on the counter, it slipped from his hands. Rocks, water and Rocky went flying. Rocky landed on the hardwood floor. Bentley quickly picked him up with his hands, tossed him back into the tank and started to fill it up with tap water in his moment of panicking. Just then the corner of the tank dipped into the garburator hole and the whole thing tipped over and rocky went straight down into the garburator.
The rest of the story unfolded. I cant imagine Bentley will be excited to clean his tank out again in two weeks time. He is absolutely traumatized by it and I don't blame him. Penny made sure to talk Rocky through the situation once he was safe in his tank again "Its ok Rocky, you're so brave, that will never happen again". She's so sweet. Carter continued to remind everyone how horrific that was for Rocky. Bentley swallowed his pride and just felt so happy that Rocky was still alive.
But the best part.. Brian and I finally got the shampoo and conditioner out our eyes and got dressed.
As for Rocky, he is completely fine. Not even a scratch. He even made bubbles in his tank again! Which means he's happy and likes his space but I mean, when you come out of a garburator, of course you'd like any space. Only one little flag broke off if his tank lid but other than that, all is well.
We're glad you're alive Rocky and live to witness this crazy family, time and time again.
Bentley woke up on the wrong side of the bed on Sunday. A little cranky and getting frustrated at the smallest of things. I tried to distract him by saying "Its been over a week, maybe you can clean out Rocky's tank today!?" He replied with a snarky voice saying "I can't carry him downstairs Mom" while rolling his eyes. I calmly replied "No worries buddy, I can carry him downstairs, you clean the tank and then I'll carry him back upstairs to your room but first I just want to take a quick shower." He annoyingly agreed.
Brian and I needed a moment of peace so we both jumped in the shower together. It wasn't even 3 minutes later, Bentley BURSTS though the bathroom door screaming, bawling, shouting "I KILLED HIM!!!! I KILLED ROCKY!!!!! HES IN THE GARBURATOR!!!!!! IM A FISH KILLER!!!!" Bentley was in COMPLETE hysterics! Brian covered in Shampoo and me covered in conditioner jump out of the shower and ran downstairs. There we were covered in soap, in our birthday suits, shower still on, Bentley bawling and panicking running down to assess the situation.
Rocky was in fact, inside the garburator.. however, it wasn't on so he was still in one piece. I run into to the kitchen, there was water EVERYWHERE! Fish rocks EVERYWHERE. I slip and catch myself. Brian's immediately got in hands in the garburator trying to get rocky out while I'm filling up his little tank with water and putting in his little chemicals to help neutralize the water faster. It felt like forever. Carter was panicking too and without realizing it he was making the situation worse by constantly saying "Poor Rocky, he's almost dead. Maybe he is dead already. That would be so scary.. he must be so scared. Terrified!" (Hey...silence from the peanut gallery, please!)
There Brian and I were, middle of the kitchen, soap running everywhere working to get Rocky out of the garburator. Realizing that the blinds were all open and just praying our neighbours weren't watching. What a mess. Im not sure I'll ever be able to wave at them again without feeling like they have seen too much.
Finally! Brian pulls Rocky up and out of the garburator, we plop him in the water, he seems just fine. We grab towels and wrap them around us. We clean up the mess and I help Bentley finish putting his tank back together. We ask Bentley what had happened and how Rocky ended up in the garburator. He is now calmed down enough to speak. He tells us that he tried to carry the tank down himself but right before he put it on the counter, it slipped from his hands. Rocks, water and Rocky went flying. Rocky landed on the hardwood floor. Bentley quickly picked him up with his hands, tossed him back into the tank and started to fill it up with tap water in his moment of panicking. Just then the corner of the tank dipped into the garburator hole and the whole thing tipped over and rocky went straight down into the garburator.
The rest of the story unfolded. I cant imagine Bentley will be excited to clean his tank out again in two weeks time. He is absolutely traumatized by it and I don't blame him. Penny made sure to talk Rocky through the situation once he was safe in his tank again "Its ok Rocky, you're so brave, that will never happen again". She's so sweet. Carter continued to remind everyone how horrific that was for Rocky. Bentley swallowed his pride and just felt so happy that Rocky was still alive.
But the best part.. Brian and I finally got the shampoo and conditioner out our eyes and got dressed.
As for Rocky, he is completely fine. Not even a scratch. He even made bubbles in his tank again! Which means he's happy and likes his space but I mean, when you come out of a garburator, of course you'd like any space. Only one little flag broke off if his tank lid but other than that, all is well.
We're glad you're alive Rocky and live to witness this crazy family, time and time again.