Haha. Well, this is his daughter! He asked me to blog about his fish! So I think I shall. :]
Starting with three victims who died in about a week, my dad fell in love with his fish. My favorite, Gracie, was the last to die, happy, yet unfortunately heart-breaking! I personally don't care about the others... I only say that because I can't remember their names. Either way, they all made their way down the toilet. /:
We discovered that they only died because of lack of space in the tiny little fish tank, yes, three fish, in a small fish tank.
So, this time, only one victim. We [being my dad, me and my friend] named him Bob, and he is still alive to this day. He grew too big for the small tank, so we got him a bigger tank, and some friends. :)
They are currently my dads pride & joy. Tigger, [the little jumpy, black & orange striped one] got aggressive with Bob for a couple days, so he was punished by being put into solitary confinement. Also known as the tiny fish tank.
About two weeks into his loneliness, my dad returned Tigger to Silver, Helen, and Bob.
Yes, I know; Who names their fish Helen? Well, this fish's eyes are pure black, and she isn't as curious as the others, so we thought she might've been blind. She's the new Helen Keller, she's gonna make her own sign language... FOR FISH!:]
No, Silver isn't an original name for a fish either. But She was shiny, so silver fit. :))
Bob? Rocks!!:D
They all live together in a bigger fish tank, in the window seal between the kitchen and the living room.
I sure hope they like the RedSox. :)
