One Fish, Two Fish

Sadly my fish of 7 years passed away last month. Sm'unk was my first fish I ever had. I first saw him was in a martini glass on a table during parents' weekend. There was a "casino night" that the RHF put on where I volunteered. He and his brother (and several others, but I only took 2) were threatened to be flushed if people didn't step up and adopt that night. It was love at fist bite. The bowl I got for the fish quickly turned into a 10 gallon tank, which broke when I moved to Cleveland, so that turned into a 30 gallon tank.

I made sure Suki (age 3 - I got her in Cleveland), my surviving fish, was alright after Sm'unk's passing. She didn't exhibit any signs of illness, but last week either I got the fishy itch or Suki looked lonely. Either way, I went out and couldn't resist two new siblings for Suki.

Sqrt() (yes, the parenthesis are part of her name - ask anyone who has dabbled in computer programming or intermediate Excel) was the teeniest guppy in the PetSmart tank. She was healthy, and stuck to the front of the tank begging me to take her home. I'm pretty sure her eyes and tail is 3/4 of her body. "Sqrt()" can be pronounced as "Squirt," but you've got to say it quickly. I'll keep it between you and me that I'll accept "Square Root" as a name.

Sir Issac Newton made me laugh when I saw him. Most of his bottom half and face is white, but the rest orange. He has a wonderful orange handlebar moustache that cracks me up. I promise that's not a frown. I love it when I see his mouth open - it accentuates the 'stache. I clearly had to name him "Sir" something or other.