The fish!

The fish in question

Ever since I was little, I have loved fish.  They were my first pet, the first non-human living thing I loved.  My mother to this day tells stories of planting my bawling infant self in front of the fish tank to finally get some peace and quiet (I was a notoriously cranky child) as I watched the lovely shubunkins and Black Moors waft their way through the water, silky fins flowing in the current.

And now, I have a goldfish all my own.  He is, admittedly, not my first fish, but he is the first fish that requires serious upkeep I have ever owned.  Up till this point I’ve only had Siamese fighting fish, which are considerably less than high maintenance creatures, capable of living in tiny bowls with virtually no care whatsoever, besides feeding and making sure their water doesn’t dry up.  My new goldfish, however, is a step up the care chain.  I have to filter and/or change his water and, at present, am also searching to find him some tankmates before the lonely little thing loses his mind.

As for himself, my goldfish has been subjected to some interesting naming debacles.  Owing to the fact that when I first tried to get him into his tank he swam right back into the emptying plastic bag I was trying to get him out of, my sister named him Stupid.  Initially, I wanted to call him Grell, and name his tank mates after Sebastian and another Black Butler character (probably Agni or Claude) but then other names were suggested and I now find myself in a bit of a pickle.  As such, I’m happy to take suggestions from the peanut gallery.  Be serious, be silly, just toss out ideas.  Post them in the comments or on my twitter.