a new fish for Tisha
Last night I went out and took the kids to the pet store to buy a fish for our rain barrel. (It’s really a Rubbermaid bin, but don’t tell it, you might hurt it’s feelings). I had noticed mosquito larvae swimming around in my neighbours and figured that it wouldn’t be long until we had a swarm of mosquitoes to rival any swampside campground. After a long walk we finally arrived at the pet store. We picked out two white and orange goldfish which I insisted we were not going to name as they would likely end up dead in a matter of weeks due to living in a rain barrel. Tisha promptly named them Mickey and Mickle. Mickey and Mickle looked horror stricken when they were placed into the bag at the store. I felt really bad for them as their eyes screamed, “Oh GOD!! This tank is SMALLER than the LAST ONE!!!.” You can imagine their further horror at being sloshed around in the bag on the long walk home, while they sat on Tisha’s lap in the stroller. We insisted that Tisha not shake t