<human>: Dear reddit, today I fucked up. Mr. Bubbles, now known at Lieutenant Bubbles, is a two-year old betta fish. He's survived through several moves, including through two states, and me forgetting to feed him on multiple occasions. But this was to worse thing I've done to him yet.

It all started by me saying I was going to clean his tank for the first time in months. Mind you, that was a month ago. I've brought it up again a few times, and earlier I finally decided to do it before my date with my fiance. First, I tried to fish him out with a small plastic cup. He flung himself out time and time again. I started getting frustrated and grabbed a jar. My next brilliant idea was to dump him into said jar. I don't wanna make a mess, so I head to the bathroom with his tank in one hand and the jar in another. As I pour his tank water into the jar, over the toilet for some reason unknown to me, he decides to leap to the side of the jar, right into the toilet.

Due to some strange attachment to this fish, I spent the next hour trying to get him out. I used three different slotted spoons, a fork, a balloon, a ball, and that darned jar, but I finally got him out. Out of the respect I feel for him, he has been promoted to Lieutenant Bubbles. How he's still alive, I have no idea. Unfortunately, I did make my fiance and I late for our date, and we had to wait 90 minutes in line because of it...

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<bot>: Dropped my fish in the toilet so I could clean his tank, spent an hour fishing him out, made me and my fiance late for our date.