
Allow me to introduce you to the newest member of our little family, Killer, our goldfish. He (or she - how do you tell for sure anyway?) is quiet, low maintenance, doesn't chew up your favorite pair of shoes or leave a surprise on the living room rug. He's my husband's fish, actually, which means he got to name him, and he gets to feed him and clean out his bowl. We weren't planning on getting a fish until our next door neighbor, Claudia, gave Bret this fancy beaded fish bowl for Christmas. So, of course we had to get a fish to go in it! I got to pick him out. He's gold with black markings - he even has a spot on his mouth that looks like lips! We don't know anything about fish, so we almost killed him the first night. He just kept floating down to the bottom of the bowl - we knew enough to know that wasn't normal. So we called Claudia over, and she put some drops in that takes the chlorine out of the water. Oops. He perked back up after that. After that he spent most of his time swimming in circles around the bowl like he was trying to find a way out...maybe the effects of the chlorine?? Or maybe he just doesn't have anything better to do. Last night I flipped off the light and wondered if fish are afraid of the dark. Or what if he constantly swims into the glass because he can't see it? Maybe I'll get him a night light...