Kids are flushing their fish down the toilet in an attempt to set them free ala Finding Nemo.
Unfortunately, life does not imitate animation. I wonder how many of these parents will hire lawyers and sue Disney/Pixar for causing mental anguish by making kids believe that fish can survive a trip down the pipe.
My kids are just as gulllible. DJ thought if he climbed into the sewer could find the Ninja Turtles. I dared him to go. He didn't.
I am no stranger to flushing fish, either. I once had a 20 gallon fish tank. We had an assortment of goldfish that we won at a local fair; Darth, Skywalker, Greedo and Boba Fett. The first three bit the dust after a month or so, but Boba hung on, probably happy that he had this spacious home all to himself.
I got tired of having the tank take up valuable counter space. I waited for Boba to die. And waited. And waited. And then, I could wait no longer. One morning, before the kids woke, I scooped up Boba and sent him on his merry way into the sewer system of Long Island.
If only Finding Nemo had come out then instead of now, I could have blamed my fishocide on the movie and remained guilt free. But no, the image of Boba, eyes wide and frightened, traveling at high speed toward the Atlantic Ocean, haunts me to this day. I feel like I should pay penance for that deathly flush.
And now that I know what happens when something goes down the toilet - it gets grinded into bits - I feel even worse.
Probably not as bad as Justin felt the time he stepped on his mother's toy poodle, who was sleeping under a pile of clothes - and killed him.
But that's another story.