Right after Christmas my daughter and her friend came home from shopping with a gift for me. A fish! It is a little orange beta fish. A long time ago my husband had a huge fish tank--which was his responsibility--so I have never really had any fish which were my responsibility.
At first I thought--oh geez--something else to take of and feed. But I have to say the little guy has grown on me. He sits on my kitchen counter and swims over to look at me every time I walk by the counter. He anxiously waits with his nose against the container when it is feeding time.
Since I am so into my genealogy research I named him after my 4th great grandfather who fought in the revolutionary war--Elisha Bird. So we jokingly call him Elisha Bird Fish. I was at Walmart the other day and for just a few bucks picked up some new bright and colorful decorations for his container. The rocks and plant he inherited from my daughter's college fish were a bit too drab looking for me. I am planning on getting a container that is a bit bigger so he has more room to swim around in. Hubby thinks I am crazy when I talk to him but that is just me--love all animals. I made fried fish last night for dinner--actually felt guilty cooking it in front of him!