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.
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.