It Was An Accident! I Swear!

I killed my fish. 

I know, so dramatic, right?

But this happened in the most unusual way, the kind of way you might find in "Weird News" or  "Unbelievable Stories" sort of thing.

I am still unpacking, slowly but surely, the last box is near.  I have finally reached the pictures.  I decide I want to hang my Fun Size Schnauzer picture on the wall where I had previously hung a clock.

I reach up and lift the clock off the wall not noticing the nail it was hanging on came off the wall until I heard a tiny little splash.

"No biggie" I thought.  I've been bitten by this particular fish before and its more of a "nip" than an actual "bite." 

It was at that point that I realized there would be no "bite" or "nip" for the nail had stabbed him in his gut section.  He floated, stunned, in his tiny beta tank.  "Oh dear Gawd" I thought, "I can't believe I've killed a fish like this."  I've killed them by not having the water the proper temperature or mix of conditioner but never by stabbing a fish to death.

For a split second I felt like one of the fisher(wo)man on Swords, seemed like such a violent show until this happened.

I guess I have a new attribute to add to the list.  Fish Stabber.