But Does He Taste Like Chicken?

Remember my poor little boy who wanted a pet a while back?

Well, thanks to my wife's birthday, the pressure is off a little bit.

One of our visitors at last week's birthday "non-party" for my wife, brought her a little gift.

A vase.

Full of water.

With a plant sitting on top.

And in the water...

This.



A fish.

Siamese fighting fish. He seems alright. For a fish.

I've fed him for a week, and he's still alive. So far so good I guess. Seems happy enough in his cramped little vase. The internet tells me I'll have to change his water fairly frequently. I haven't decided if "fairly frequently" will mean "weekly", "monthly", or "whenever it occurs to me". I expect the latter is how that will work out.

The kids are very fond of him.

My wife is... well... let's say "ambivalent" and leave it at that.

Except, we adults all like his name very much. It came up during the party.

We call him "Sushi".

So....

If he ends up, at some point, floating up at the top of the vase...

We can just roll him in rice, wrap him in some seaweed, chop chop chop, little soya sauce, and we're good to go. Yum!