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Gerald the Fish

There's a new member of the Gomez family...
Meet Gerald the fish! 

We adopted Gerald from my friend Kelsey, who is moving to Taiwan. Understandably, Gerald could not join her on this journey, so I offered to take him. I've always loved fish and have been wanting to get one for awhile. Our grocery store is next to a PetsMart and I almost walk in there every time we need food. But now, we got a fish for free along with all his needs. 

I had two fish in high school, one living three months and the other living three days. Gerald is already a year and a half old, and he literally just lives in a bowl. My former fish had the tanks and everything. So I'm doing exactly what Kelsey did in hopes that Gerald can live another year and a half.

While I don't really like the name Gerald (it reminds me of this kid in elementary school who was gross and would leave half chewed sandwich bits on his water bottle lid. Shudders) I do like Gerald. We had a bit of trouble at first. See, all animals I've met since marrying Sammy are always drawn to him. It's like I don't exist anymore. The same was with Gerald. His first week here, Gerald would barely acknowledge my existence. When he did it was to puff up at me. When Sammy walked in though, he would start swimming and fluttering and there were a few times where he would directly look at Sammy and start blowing bubbles. 

I don't know what it was, but now it's the opposite. Gerald likes me now. At least, when I feed him he's cooperative and it's easy. When Sammy feeds him he snaps, jumps, and gets agitated. I would be lying if I didn't say this made me happy. For once a creature likes me slightly better!
He did not like this Swedish fish though.

Gerald loves to watch tv and movies with us. He was really getting into Star Wars, staring at the tv and blowing bubbles, until the final lightsaber battle. During the battle, he hid behind his ship until it was over. It was the cutest thing ever! 

He knows the drill when it comes to cleaning his bowl and gets into the cup willingly. He's always working on his bubble nest and it gets pretty big, until the plant in his bowl bumps it. 
Gerald is Sammy's first ever pet. He never had any growing up, and he takes great care of Gerald, which was funny because he was not excited when I offered to take him. The first night Sammy was checking on him every five minutes making sure he was okay. When Gerald went to sleep he got very worried, saying that he wasn't moving but his eyes were open. He then googled that fish don't have eye lids. Sammy talks to Gerald every morning and always makes sure to say goodnight. 

I know it might seem a bit silly, but we really love our fish, and watching Sammy take care of him makes me love him even more.

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