Today as Lorien and I were buying some new tank buddies for Steve, our goldfish, the lady at the fish section told us to hold the bag up high when we walked out of the store, because the tall pylons you walk by that sense stolen goods send out an electrical field that shocks the fish.
WTF? On our way out, I told Lorien I bet the have a security camera pointed on the entrance just to watch for people holding up their fish purchases so they can have a good laugh.
Our Oscar died this morning. He was looking pretty sick for a while, and wasn’t eating much. He was the meanest, most ill-tempered, grumpiest fish I’ve ever known. We’re honestly happy about this, as it means we can get other colorful fish and add them to the tank now. Oscar would eat anything that would fit in his mouth, and only his tank-buddy Steve Hawking (the world’s smartest goldfish) was able to coexist with Oscar and not be dinner. He did this for several years. He’s quite a clever goldfish.
We are going to get some new tank buddies for Steve, and may even get a plant or two.