[quote name='DT778']I was pissed when my Betta fish died.
My cousin thought it would look cute in a little bowl tank so she put it in one. Well the fish jumped out of the bowl and died. Stupid bitch, she should have known that its regular tank had a lid on for a reason.
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Well, I'm all-too aware how cousins can kill your animals.
When I was about 14, I had this bad-ass lizard. I kept him in a normal fish tank with a screen on the top to allow me to spray him with water when he needed to cool down.
Well, I didn't have a regular spray bottle, I used one of my mom's old starch bottles.
The lizard would chomp the shit outta crickets, but sometimes the crickets would make a lot of noise during the night. Everything was going great, until my 20-something-year-old cousin moved in with us.
He got my room, so I had to move back in with my brother. Well, a few nights into his living with us, he said he couldn't take the cricket's noise, so I told him to just spray the cage and that will shut him up.
I always kept the spray bottle right next to the cage so no one would mistake it for something else, and I showed him where it was. But what does Capt. Dumbshit do?
He wakes up in the middle of the night, walks into the closet and at the top shelf, finds my mom's real bottle of liquid spray starch and starches the shit outta my lizard and its cricket prisoners.
I didn't know anything went wrong until I noticed my lizard didn't have much of an appetite, and he started losing weight. He would hardly even move around, which I could understand since he was assaulted with about three ounces of liquid starch.
It didn't take long to notice the other starch bottle sitting next to his cage. When my cousin got home from work, I confronted him about it, and the pussy tried to deny the entire thing. After several lies and backtracks, he finally admitted that he did it.
I was really upset about the whole thing, because that lizard was so damn badass.
I vowed to one day kill his pet dog. I'm not going to kill it while it's a puppy, though. I'm going to wait about eight to ten years and let the family get really close to it. Then when the time is right, I'm going to strike.
He will be sorry that he ever killed Henry, that son of a bitch.