Let me tell you about my inheritance.
It was about 2 years ago when I lived with a few sophomores who went wild one night and brought home *2 fish and left them on our kitchen table in your stock goldfish spherical bowl.
About 4 months later, they say, "We don't want these anymore." I being the kind hearted being that I am to all creatures (minus mosquitoes and spiders) I said of course, and promptly added them to my tall vase that holds my bamboo plant. About 2 years, several gallons of straight tap water, and a few unfed vacations later, I somehow still have *1 fish. I've never given an official name to my fish, but nicknames such as Fishy, Iron Will (to live), and Hey You have been most common.
So a couple weeks ago I'm visiting some friends who say, "Please take our 5 gal. aquarium tank." I figured, what the heck. I went to the pet store for the first time to actually consider what it would take to own a successful (and by that I mean no dead fish) aquarium. I couldn't believe all the different kinds of foods, filters, water softeners, etc. I have never had anything of the sort. I figured if I'm going to have a 5 gallon tank in my room I might as well find a friend for Fishy and hope it isn't wussy like all those other water treated fish. Lo and Behold, turns out Fishy is a male Guppy, something I didn't know until about 2 weeks ago when I found him his friend. And that's how I ended up with thissss:
What I've come to realize from my abandoned fish is that they have personalities. Really.
The following **picture explains my conclusions:
I'm just hoping for some
Guppy puppies soon. :)
*The second fish soon disappeared after I put him with my bamboo plant. Trust me, all options have been explored as to where he went, and it's been concluded that either 1) my bamboo plant became carnivorous, or 2) it was abducted by aliens.
**This picture took me almost 2 hrs to compile. You should know that inscribing text on a photo is nearly impossible to do on a Mac. At least, my Mac.
