We have a goldfish that was purchased for a photo shoot. It lived in a fishbowl for a month, and it was left to me to get it a proper tank with a water filter and some scenery. About a 1 gallon tank. It survived for about a year, and then someone else adopted it.
After about another year, the foster parents had enough. Seems this goldfish likes to hang out upside down. I guess they did not want it to die on their watch.
So I once again had the responsibility of keeping this entity alive. Feed it, clean the tank, feed it, clean the tank, change the filter, feed it. For about another year.
Today, when I walked by it, it furiously wagged its fins and angrily stared at me. So it was hungry, but also, the anger seemed to go deeper. I realized it needed a bigger house. Since this dumb fish refuses to die, even though it hangs out upside down most of the time, I figured I owed it a bigger tank, and maybe even some companions.
So, this being Super Bowl Sunday, I decided to make the trek to Walmart and get some new digs for the stalwart survivor. I took my #3 son with me, and we picked out a bigger aquarium with some nice scenery and rocks and hidey spots.
The aquarium/fish attendant was busy with a lady speaking Spanish, on the phone with someone who was advising her what fish to buy. Took a long time.
When she was done, there was another gentleman who had also been patiently waiting, and the attendant turned to him and asked how he could help. He graciously pointed to us and said we were here first. I would have done the same, but I must say that it is refreshing to encounter civilized society every now and then.
He was there to buy some small gold fish, and gave us some very good advice on which fish we should get to be companions for our survivor. When we said we wanted some little goldfish, he said, “Oh no, I hope you don’t want those little goldfish, I need about ten of them.”
We needed companions for our long suffering survivor, he needed food for his reptile tank. So, our new 2 fish survive, and his 10 fish are reptile food. Luck of the draw, and who ever said life is fair.
My little one (3 going on 13), had a lot of fun helping us setup the new tank and adding the new fish. And fortunately, I missed the entire Super Bowl…
Now the question is, will our old survivor straighten out and fly right, or teach all the new fish how to hang out upside down…