Bad Fish....

So..... Taylor got a small tank from Santa Claus and I had visions of little tropical fish swimming side by side happily, thinking if one dies than at least there will be others to cover it up right? Well, E got the job of picking out the fish with Tay and they come home with ONE white Albino-like goldfish.  Apparently, they encountered the worlds leading fish expert who told him they must only start with one for at least a month because too many fish at once will make the tank toxic!  So, for a month we followed very specific heating and feeding instructions.  The kids named the fish "Finding Nemo", not Nemo and we all loved it, it would get so excited if you came into the room, shaking its butt (I guess his tail) all about and kissing the glass.  Unfortunately, Finding Nemo expired before the months end.  Luckily, E caught this one morning before Taylor did and I was informed to tell him that "daddy took the fish with him to work to show his work friends" if he noticed before he could get home with a replacement fish.  
     I know, I know we should be honest and tell him what happened but he is still recovering from our dogs death and has barely stopped bringing that up on a daily basis.  I told E to get more fish so he came home with a fatter look a like, two little guppies and two medium goldfish with swaying tails.  A big happy fish family right?  Well within a week the white fish from hell ate them one by one!!!   It is not like he was much bigger than any of them were either.  We searched and searched, thinking he couldn't of eaten it, could he?  Until we were down to just him and we knew for sure.  The next day I overheard  Taylor telling Brennan "All my fish are just hiding".  After a while Brennan says " I don't see any other fish, I don't think they're in there".  I immediately called E and made him tell Tay the news that he had an evil fish killer in the tank.  Suprisingly, he took it well after we promised to get more fish (I think he was in shock).  He hung up the phone and said "Mom that fish expert was wrong about my fish getting along with his friends". He sure was Taylor!  Saturday they came home with one of those transparent fish that is the same size so the Nazi fish "shouldn't" want to eat it.  Well, I found myself in there every two minutes yelling at Nazi to stop trying to bite and chase the other one who was so traumatized that he was hiding under the heater for an hour- "  No, no! Bad fish!  You are an evil fish!"  I told E to get that Nazi fish out of there-"TAKE IT BACK TO THE STORE!"  It is Monday and the Nazi fish is still surviving in a Tupperware container on the counter waiting to go back to the store with a full belly of four of his friends.