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Life and Death. (and Death. And Death and Death.)

Last fall we got the kids a fish tank. At 2.5 gallons, it's just big enough for one fish apiece.

I don't know why Cam is so lucky, but in six months he has gone through four fish. Radio, Radio II, Radio III, and Smoky have all croaked, while Claire is still on Reddy II. (The original Radio and Reddy both succumbed to the heat one weekend last fall.)

I expect some turnover in the land of sub-two-dollar fish, but don't you think they should live longer than a month or two?

If you are curious about the name "Radio" for a fish, you're in good company. It was all Cam's idea. When I asked him how he came up with that name he told me that it was "because when the fish grows up he's going to be a radio operator!" Well, sure - how could I have missed that?

Comments

We had the best luck with the 10 cent feeder fish. They ended up living more than two years, until Wyatt, Chris Llewellyn's son "fed" them. Good luck~~~ Kelli

Call Patty next time one of your finned friends croaks ... when our kids were much younger, I twice saw her coax an apparently "dead" goldfish back to life ... wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it!

What kind of fish?

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