Something about having a fish makes me think of my grandparents' house. I can taste it in the air.
My strongest emotions are companioned with a taste. My strongest memories are taste...
ANYWAY
At the moment we are keeping my fish in a smaller fish bowl. Because we are not at home. Well, I guess this could be a second home. But we're not living here anymore.
And the filtration system helps with the air flow so I tried to set it up so that it would work with the bowl.
So it didn't work all that well... I woke up in the middle of the night with my heart racing because I would hear a sound. The fish was fine each time. 2 or 3 am when I was so exhausted that I had actually fallen asleep.
My father woke up around 4 and saw my fish in the small puddle of water at the bottom of the bowl. The filtration system had rotated slightly and had drained the water out. Luckily when Dad gave the fish more water it wasn't dead.
My fish is fine now.
Yay!
(Picture taken with my laptop.)
