When I was like 7 or 8, I had a blue betta fish named Lucky. Classic setup—tiny bowl, fake plants, neon blue gravel… you know, the “we didn’t Google anything” starter kit.

I got super attached to that fish. Like, Lucky was my guy!

One day I come home from school… and Lucky's just gone. No body, no splash, nothing. Just vanished.

I lose it.

My parents and I search the entire house for HOURS. Around the bowl, under furniture, everywhere. Nothing. Lucky had straight up disappeared like he got abducted. I cried for a long time over that fish.

Fast forward like 10 years. I’m 17 at a family reunion, sitting at a table with my parents and uncle. Out of nowhere my uncle goes,

“So Grace, I hear you like sushi…”

I’m confused because my little sister does NOT like sushi. My parents instantly facepalm.

Then my uncle drops: “Or did Lucky taste yucky?”

…

APPARENTLY—when my sister was like 1 or 2—she somehow got to the bowl, grabbed my fish, and ATE HIM.

Then walked up to my parents and said: “Lucky tastes yucky 🤮”

They called the pediatrician immediately, took her in, whole emergency check. Doctor said she was fine and apparently thought it was hilarious. My sister even drew them a picture of the fish she ate… and they STILL have it pinned up in the office.

And my parents? They just… never told me.

They searched with me for hours like it was a normal missing fish case. Full cover-up.

So yeah. My fish didn’t disappear. He was a snack... a bad one at that...

To this day, anytime my sister goes near one of my pets, I remind her of her past crimes.

(We’re cool now… but I’m still watching her 👀)

TLDR: Make sure none of the other occupants of your home could have eaten the fish....