Mr. Norihito had a good life, he passed yesterday around 11 am. Yes, he made it less than 24 hours in our house. Poor Mom, she was worried about leaving her fish while she went on vacation. Little did she know the place she chose to leave him would kill him before she left.
So what happened to the little bugger? Let's see, he was sitting at the back of our sink area, out of reach of the boys. But the little brothers pushed a chair over to the sink area, climbed up and dumped the whole container of food in on him. Next they wanted him to eat the food, so they stuck their arms in the bowl and tried to force him to eat. This was really more excitement than Mr. Norihito was used to. He got scared, Siamese Fighting Fish my hienie, and hid under a rock. Which the boys then accidently squashed him with.
So, where was I? I was in the shower. A quick 10 minute escape, and all hell broke loose. So I was welcomed back to my reality with the stink of fish food, and frightened squished fish. Unfortunately, he was still alive at this point. I put him in the boys' Kool-Aid container and moved him into my bathroom.
Upon later inspection, it was determined that he longed for the relief that death would bring and...he...just...gave...up.