Well, this is a pretty morbid, gnarly story, but I have been getting harassed to write a blog, so here you go!
This past Saturday night I looked into my fish's tank and noticed I had 2 dead fish. I felt little remorse as I flushed them down the toilet. When I awoke the following Sabbath morning, there were 4 more fish that had decided to go belly up. I began to wonder what was causing these fish to die and if I should just flush the remaining 3 down the toilet because they were destined to die anyways.
I then decided to place the remaining 3 live fish in a pitcher and disinfect my fishtank so whatever was killing the fish would be killed.
My brother decided that it would be a good idea to have a family get together at my house on Sunday. I get home from Lehi to find my entire family at my house. I go into the house and am looking around and am like oh crap! Where are the fish!? My sisters-in-law both start laughing. I was like what!? What happened? My mom came in and she said she was cleaning my kitchen and saw this pitcher of water on the counter. She then proceeded to dump it down the sink and didn't notice that there were fish in there till they were all ready going into the disposal. She was too disgusted to pull them out so she just turned on the disposal!
I said, "You're kidding, right!?" Everyone was just laughing. My mother just said no,
This just made me rather ill. Especailly because in a disposal, there aren't really any blades. Its just A high-torque, insulated electric motor that basically vibrates whatever is put in it, in this case my 3 fish, to super smaill pieces so they can be washed down the drain. Surprised you didn't know that.
That is all.