One Fish, Two Fish

Early last week, I looked into my fish tank only to notice a tiny fish swimming around near the water's surface. "What the fuck is that?" I said aloud. And I will tell you what the fuck that was; that was a baby fish.

"But, Megan," you are probably saying, "however did a baby fish get into your aquarium?" And I will tell you. 

Internet, I did not teach my clown fish about safe sex. I thought I had more time. They looked kind of awkward around one another. I didn't think they even knew what sex was. 

Boy was I wrong. 

Those fish have had me fooled for weeks. I, the oblivious "parent," failed to see what was going on right under my very own nose. Sure, I noticed that my female clown fish was getting kind of round, but I am not here to judge. How could I? I have been fairly lax with my exercise routine as of late. 

And, yes, I noticed the boy clown fish having epileptic fits, but I just assumed he was experimenting with illegal narcotics and experiencing some sort of bad trip. 

Little did I know...