One Fish, Two Fish . . .
. . . purple fish, blue fish.
Our home has increased its population by two. Two fish. It seems that in an effort to support the elementary school’s yearlong theme of fish, the four-year-old kindergarten teachers decided to reward each of their children with a beta. Um, just a reminder, I have two children in the four-year-old kindergarten program. Two children, two fish.
I love beta fish. They are beautiful and elegant as they swim with their long, flowing fins. There is just one catch, you can’t put betas in a tank together or they will fight – if not to the death, then at least to the point that beauty is no longer an option. I already have one beta, a ethereal-looking white one. Now I have three. It appears that a trip to Petsmart is now in order. I must find larger homes for two fish – homes with lids that will keep Rascal cat safely away.
I’ve said it before. I guess I’ll have to say it again: there always seems to be room for one more. Only now with 4 humans, 4 cats, 3 fish, and 2 dogs, that “one more” needs to be small. And able to feed and clean up after itself!