Everyone gets a goldfish as a kid. I’m sure everyone here can tell about the excitement of the new pet, and then how many days within a week it died.
I had one when I was about six named Jake. I only remember two things about him: cleaning his bowl when it got dirty and flushing him down the toilet when he died.
Someone gave me a goldfish about a month ago. Just a one gallon bowl like the one I had when I was a kid. I googled how to care for goldfish, and discovered that if you don’t have at least ten gallons of water per goldfish in a temperature-controlled, filtered fish tank with Baby Einstein accessories, a personal trainer, gravel mined by hand from Uruguay, filtered water from mountain streams, a tank made from pure crystal, and an underwater music system, you basically are Adolph Hitler.
Well, Jake II is staying in his one gallon bowl until I find someone with a large tank who wants him. Or he has to be flushed. He’s lucky I bought him water conditioner and food.
I figure the least I can do is change is water every other day. When I first got him, he was pretty small and…not too bright. I’d put in food twice a day, and he would have no idea it was there. I don’t think i saw him eat the first few weeks because I’d have to walk away after a while.
As the weeks have gone by, I’ve noticed a few things. One, he’s gotten quite a bit bigger. I’m not sure how much, but it’s noticeable. But the weird thing…I swear he knows me. He’s in my classroom and kids look at him all the time…he’ll swim over and look at them then swim away. But when he sees me…he kinda…dances around trying to get my attention. If I lean in and look at him just like anyone else, he’ll go nuts and go to the surface, presumably looking for food. And he especially goes nuts the two times a day I feed him–I mean, not when I feed him, but at the time he gets fed. I swear he knows when it’s supper time.
When I first used a net to catch him, he’s zoom all around avoiding it. Now he swims calmly into the net. When I first would catch him, he’d thrash around in the net. Now he just lays there patiently while I toss him in a plastic cup of water. After I’d clean his bowl, it would be tough to pour him back in because he’s swim upstream back into the cup. Now he gets all ready and dives into his bowl.
He also likes it when I play guitar.
Or…I’m turning into a lunatic who thinks his pets are smarter than everyone else’s, but never really having been around fish before, I dunno.