At one of my mid-elementary school birthdays my mom got me a huge thing of bubbles. Seriously, it was gigantic, Costco economy size. I think it was supposed to be a never ending supply of refills or something for the little ones with the wand. My friend Katelyn came over the next day and we played some game that involved digging a hole, filling it with bubble-fluid and throwing some dirt on it. Obviously, it was awesome and we used almost all of the bubbles. We then filled up the sink in my play kitchen with the rest of the bubbles and decided to put my brother's goldfish in it to watch him make bubbles with his gills. That didn't go quite as well as one would expect. I think my mom was angrier about me wasting all the bubbles than she was about killing the fish.