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Day’s Verse:
You made him ruler over the works of your hands; you put everything under his feet:
all flocks and herds, and the beasts of the field,
the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas.
O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!

Psalm 8:6-9
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Our beta fish, Mr. Fishy, lives in a fishy palace, a whole 10-gallon tank devoted solely to his swimming pleasure. Because Mr. Fishy likes hiding, we have a couple fake plants (real ones kept dying, and came with too many snails) in there for him to rest his huge tail-fin on. His back fin is so huge that just floating in the water, he slowly tips tail-down and sinks to the bottom unless he supports himself somehow. Perching the tail-fin alone on leaves seems a favorite method of his to relieve the strain of keeping all that tail up. At the same time, when he nestles in the leaves, I imagine he thinks he’s all sneaky and hidden in there, when in reality is shimmery gaudy colors couldn’t serve as worse camouflage.

It turns out Mr. Fishy also likes to burrow, and he digs himself little indentations in the pebbles on the floor in which to rest. We put a coffee mug in his tank to give him somewhere to “hide,” (hide being a somewhat misleading term when his secret hidey-hole is clear glass) and occasionally he does rest inside it. More often he puts it to slightly more creative uses than what we imagined, such as wedging himself between the mug and the side of the tank, perching atop the glass, or this new posture:

Mr. Fishy Sleeping in a Coffee Mug

Doesn’t look the most comfortable to me, but then, I’m not a fish, either.

P.S. My toe feels better. I have a regular band-aid over it now, and most of the pain actually comes from the bruise the doctor inflicted when he injected the anesthetic, not from the toenail (or lack thereof) itself. I should be able to ride to work and wear normal shoes and so forth tomorrow.

KF quality

2 thoughts on “Head-first Fishy

  1. Ian certainly would like Mr. Fishy to come along. The logistics of keeping him alive the entire trip across the country, however, are daunting. He freaks out if we change the water; I can’t even visualize how he’d react to whatever transportation measures we’d have to take.

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