Call me Ishmael,
When I was a kid, and living with my parents and younger sister, we had 2 fish.
I don't remember exactly where they came from...but I'm pretty sure they belonged to someone who didn't want them anymore.
One was white and one was black - with big, bulging eyes.
The white fish was Moby, the black one was Dick.
The names were cute............
................until Moby died.
It was death by golf ball.
The golf ball was in the tank for a reason.
(Mom - why was there a golf ball in their tank?????)
Anyway, one day, aforementioned golf ball came loose from it's moorings, dropping on poor unsuspecting Moby.
The impact was fatal.
It burst his swim bladder, propelling him into a life (albeit short) of floating on his side.
When CSI arrived on scene. All that was found was a floating, soon to be dead fish, and a golf ball at the bottom of the tank. We'll never truly know what happened that fateful evening.
From them on, we just had Dick the fish.
Dick wasn't young when we got him...and he lived at least 8 or so years at our house.
Dick was a couch potato? Aquarium potato?? Ah, hell....Dick liked to watch TV.
It's true. We noticed he always hung out in one corner in his tank. After careful observation, we found that corner was always the one closest to the TV.
Every time we rearranged the living room furniture....Dick would find a new favorite place to swim. And it was always, always, the corner closest to the TV.
If the TV was on.....he just sat and watched....and watched.
He was an addict.
"Hello, I'm Dick the fish. And I'm a TV addict."
An orphaned fish, survived the loss of his tank mate, and an addict.
Poor little fella.