I've got a little plastic fish tank with a coy that used to be named Nom Nom. My daughter named him that cause it looks like thats what he's saying all the time. It's not worth taking a pic of because it's really a pathetic little tank...I should get a better on for him, but anyways thats not the point.
We renamed the fish about a week ago...here's the story behind it.
My daughter's mother and I are separated, I get her on Tuesdays, Thursdays and every other weekend. So one Tues she looks at the tank and she says "Dad, Nom Nom's tank is a little dirty I think it's time to clean it". I said Ok kiddo I'll clean it tomorrow and when I get you on Thursday the tank will be nice and clean. So on Wed night I grabbed Nom Nom and put him in a large salad bowl full of water, and put the tank and all it's contents in the dishwasher.
I put the cycle on anti-bacterial which takes about 2 hours to complete, grabbed a leftover sub from the fridge and sat down on my lazy boy to eat and watch some TV. When I was done I lit up a bowl of Escudo and watched some more TV.
The dishwasher finally finishes,,but I'm a little lazy so I watch another half hour of TV. I get up to set up the tank...I walk by the huge salad bowl and....NO NOM NOM!!!! My 1st reaction was "the dog!", then I realized that she's encountered mice before and the only reaction she had was to paw at it and whine, so I couldn't imagine her jumping up on the ounter and gulping the fish down...plus the counter was dry. Then it hit me.....he jumped out...shit!
I searched the floor furiously and I finally found him...under the cabinet doors...almost completely dry and covered in dust. I scooped him up like lightning and put him back in the salad bowl in a panic....all the while envisioning my daughter in her 30's saying "remember when you killed my fish dad?"
He was in tough shape...barely moving and kindof bent sideways....I grabbed his fin and moved him gently back and forth to get some water through his gills...he picked up alittle, he started making the nom nom face again. I set up the tank again and put all his stuff in there and put him back in. I continued to manually move him around hoping he would just snap out of it. When I'd stop moving him he'd kindof sink to the bottom and just suck in water...didn't look good. I moved him around for another 15 mins or so but he wasn't getting any better. I decided that there really wasn't anything else I could do for him so I went to bed, fully expecting him to end up in the big fish bowl in the sky.
Next morning I got up ready to flush a fish and surprise!! He was alert and swimming around like nothing happened....amazing!
So when I picked up my daughter the next day I told her the story....she was alittle mad but happy that Nom Nom was still alive. When we got to my house she went over to look at him and said "who was that guy who came back to life". I'm decidedly non religious so I'm not sure where she heard that story....but I said "Lazarus". She says"Yeah, that guy...can we change his name to that?". I said "sure".
So yeah, thats the little story of our fish Lazarus.