Sad but true story:
Many moons ago, a few Piscean friends and I had a communal birthday party. Totally fish/ocean themed - blue lights, fishing nets, etc., I even wore a mermaid outfit.
A couple of hours before the party started, I came up with what turned out to be one of my worst ideas. After visiting the local PetSmart and buying two dozen goldfish, I poured black gravel into a blue food coloring water-filled bathtub and released the fish. "This is sooooooooo cool," I stupidly thought. "I'm just soooooooooo clever!"
So, party party party, right? Totally forget about the fish until I go to the bathroom the next day. I then hear this really soft sound, like bubbles being popped, which turned out to be desperate gulps of goldfish gasping for air. Idiotic me hadn't a clue about the need for airpumps and filtration and all those other things that keep fish alive. I never stopped to find that type of stuff out. And I also hadn't planned on what to do w/the fish once the party was over. My roommate and I spent three stressful days moving the fish from bowl to bowl to jar to tupperware container in an attempt to keep them alive. We finally managed to give away four but the rest unfortunately died. Poor little things.
The point of my story? Avoid becoming a fish murderer. Make sure yr down w/all the fish know-how before you get any!!! The guilt of goldfish genocide will haunt me all my days!
-Miss Baphomette