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I suddenly thought of something tonight I hadn't remembered in ages.
In 1995 or so I was dating a guy named Troy who was kind of into fish tanks. He had one large tank with a few fish in it; I remember there was a Bala shark, a Redfin shark, and some kind of small plecostamus, only about 5" long. Those are all I remember.
One night I was at his apartment and for some reason, he wasn't. I don't remember why. I was asleep when I suddenly woke up. I didn't know why I was awake but I figured I must have heard a noise, maybe Troy was at the door. I got up and walked out to the living room to see what the noise was. And I found the pleco lying on the floor in front of the tank; the tank lid had been left open and I surmised that it had jumped out. It was still alive. I was afraid that I might hurt it by touching it, but there was nothing else to do, so I picked it up and put it back into the tank. Troy was not at the door, there was nothing in the living room making any noises, so I went back to bed. The fish survived.
I've always wondered why I woke up when that fish needed me. I have always been very good with animals. Did the fish somehow reach out to me? Or did I just perceive its distress? Was it a coincidence, maybe a noise outside or something woke me up at just the right time?
In 1995 or so I was dating a guy named Troy who was kind of into fish tanks. He had one large tank with a few fish in it; I remember there was a Bala shark, a Redfin shark, and some kind of small plecostamus, only about 5" long. Those are all I remember.
One night I was at his apartment and for some reason, he wasn't. I don't remember why. I was asleep when I suddenly woke up. I didn't know why I was awake but I figured I must have heard a noise, maybe Troy was at the door. I got up and walked out to the living room to see what the noise was. And I found the pleco lying on the floor in front of the tank; the tank lid had been left open and I surmised that it had jumped out. It was still alive. I was afraid that I might hurt it by touching it, but there was nothing else to do, so I picked it up and put it back into the tank. Troy was not at the door, there was nothing in the living room making any noises, so I went back to bed. The fish survived.
I've always wondered why I woke up when that fish needed me. I have always been very good with animals. Did the fish somehow reach out to me? Or did I just perceive its distress? Was it a coincidence, maybe a noise outside or something woke me up at just the right time?
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