Some of you may remember last summer I was pet-sitting for my sister's family while they were on vacation and the cat took a liking to me and kept bringing me dead animals which I had to dispose of. On top of that a bird drowned in the pool filter which turned into a horrible clean-up issue.

Well, I'm pet-sitting again, although this time for my mom. I was supposed to feed the fish today and so I did that. One of her fish has been unwell and expected to die to when I didn't see him I checked the tank. Yep, laying on the bottom, folded up, not moving. I called her to find out how she handles dead fish, got the paper towels to wrap the body in, moved a chair so I'd have easy access and reached to move the lid so I could retrieve him. He was swimming all over! I didn't scream but I jumped back about 5 feet and squeaked. Back from the dead....I think I'm done petsitting. Too much death and pseudo-death.