Musing On When You Feed a Fish.
We have a new member of the family. And he lived through the first night.
After much gnashing of teeth and trips to-and-fro to the car my son got his wish.
A trip to Wal*Mart for a fish.
This is what 38 cents will get you at Wal*Mart.
He looks terrified. That’s one smart goldfish.
He’s also a bitty one. About the size of a hangnail.
I keep wanting to call him Otto.
“When you feed a fish, never feed him a lot.
So much and no more! Never more than a spot,
or something may happen? You never know what.” Fish Out of Water
I think he grew a tiny bit since we fed him this morning.
Nemo and not Otto. Nemo is his name.
For now he is alive and swimming around in his bowl. In a house of two cats who haven’t noticed him yet. He’s that small.
Maybe I better go feed him …
Not a lot.
The fish looks scared – or is that just the way fish look?
The fish in our house do…
I remember catching little baitfish at Lake Chelton when we were kids. Ahhh don’t tell Joe what happened next…
That’s exactly it Michelle. He’s about as big as one of minnows. Which come to think of it…had the same blank stare. Right before…
Goldfish tend to look lost, even in a bowl the size of a small melon. It’s like they are constantly hoping someone will drop a GPS device into the water, which would the equivalent of getting a map of your own closet. “Oh. According to this I’m by the pants.”
Cris, A GPS for my closet — or for the things in my closet — might not be a bad idea.
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