If it makes you feel better @GrumpyOldBastard, I'll tell you about how I accidentally killed my goldfish, when I was about 8.
It was the 70s, and "Tic" and "Toc" lived in basically a clear plastic box with gravel on the bottom, some weed and a couple of snails (Elizabeth and Philip!). DM changed their water every week, and put them in a clear glass water jug for the duration (they also featured as a table centrepiece when DDad had clients for dinner once, like I said, it was the 70s).
Anywaaaaayyy. DM was changing the fish water one day. She had put the tank full of clean water where it lived, but the fish were still in the jug, when the phone rang. The phone was in another room. Left alone with the fish, I took it upon myself to transfer them to the tank myself, but I had a cunning plan..... I'd let them have warm water!
So I scooped a few mugfuls of water out of the fish tank, and topped it up with a few mugfuls of hot water. Then I poured the fish straight back in. Proudly, I went to find DD to show her both that 1- I'd done a job for her, 2- considerably improved the fish's living conditions. Except we got downstairs to find a tank of poached fish and snails.
We got a cat next. Considerably easier, particularly since it pushed off over the road to live with an old lady who gave it cream and pilchards rather than KitEKat after a few months. It decided that crossing the road wasn't worth it to see us, and just stayed there getting fat.