Friday, April 16, 2010
The other day, Emma and I went to the pet store, she'd never been. Her favorite part was the birds; mine, as usual, the teddy bear hamsters. Instead of purchasing a bird or a hamster however, we bought a fish. A red Beta, which Emma named Gillbert. I thought this was clever naming, considering fish have gills, but I think she named him after an ancestor of ours, which I guess show's more cleverness, considering she's five. I've always felt a little guilty buying fish. You confine them to a small bowl and furthermore, it's glass, making it impossible for them not to constantly watch their captives everyday life. Nevertheless, he's sitting on my table, looking what I think to be happy, but how can you really tell with a fish?