The Pet Fish

Paige has grown to love our pet fish.  They are little tetras.  She often wants to sit and look at them.  She has a specific love for our little crawdad (named Beatles John Lennon who once lived in the yellow submarine in our tank.)

I love our pets.  None of them are the original fish we once owned.  We first inherited the fish from a friend who stated, "our fish just keep having more and more babies...so feel free to take some".  And the tradition has continued.  Our tank is rather overrun with fish now.  It started with only five or so fish.  The only fish with names are Bruce and Gloria which are always given to the biggest female fish (who aren't very colorful) and the most colorful male fish (which are smaller with large fins and lots of beautiful colors).  We have been through several Bruces and Glorias.  We have also donated many fish to family and friends who come travelling by.  We now have fish relatives who have traveled the nation...well, at least to Utah and to Texas.

Looking at this picture, our tank is a jungle.  Real plants that have also overrun our tank (but we also love).  The terrain is full of hills and valleys created our by crawdad who likes to constantly rearrange furniture.  Our water is also super low because if it is too high, the crawdad will try to make a break for it.  Trust me, I've seen him try.  I've also seen him scared, raising his large claws at us....frightening.  But we love him, too.

Overall, we're definitely a fish kind of family.  Probably about the only things I can keep alive in this house are those things that are impossible to get rid of, children and fish (not that I want to get rid of either of them).  Trust me, my basil plant would agree (with its last dying breath) that I struggle keeping things alive.