… is a story I cringe to tell, and only ever will if I have absolutely no other option.*
But yeah. I’ve mentioned my goldfish, Apple Strudel, before haven’t I? (Here.)
Well, a little while ago I got a new fish tank. On Tuesday I moved Strudel into it, and bought a new wee fishy which is currently in quarantine in the old, small tank before he/she can move into the grown-ups’ tank and be Strudel’s friend. (Said newbie is also in need of a name; preferably a gender neutral one alluding to a dessert and/or a somewhat lethal alcoholic beverage).
Here’s the old-timer;
And here’s the teeny tiny new baby;
[I swear I am not the goldfish equivalent of the stereotypical crazy cat lady].
In other news I have this horrible feeling my laptop may be about to die a hideous death on me. So, umm…
Love ‘n’ hugs
*other options include forcibly removing my own premolars/eyeballs using blunt cutlery, and throwing myself blindly out of the nearest (closed) window.