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Persephone

(Disclaimer: I write all of my blog posts three weeks in advance, and I really, really hope that our fish is still alive by the time this posts.)

After a few months of having an empty fish bowl sitting on our table, Sammy and I finally went back to the pet store and got a new fish. It actually took more convincing than I thought to get him to go to the pet store. He wanted to wait until he'd be home more so there'd actually be light in our house. He also was really sad about our last fish's death, and didn't want another fish to die. 

When we got to the store, there was a group of people looking at the fish, so we wandered around a bit. To our horror, we found a dead lizard in one of the cages. He was all black and just lying there with his mouth open, his eyes closed, while crickets walked all over him. Sammy didn't believe me that he was dead, but later in the night admitted that I was right. 

So, back to the fish. We went and looked, and Sammy was immediately drawn to a little blue female veil tale. She was so tiny! I've never had a female fish before, but after looking at all the fish, we decided that she was the one. We then went and found her some bulbs to put in her bowl, along with some treats, and a new castle. It took us a bit of time to agree on which ornament to get for her bowl. Sammy really wanted the spongebob house, but I hate that show and shut that down. We ended up with a castle which she loves. There are so many places for her to swim. 

Sammy was so worried about me wiggling her too much on the drive home. It's so funny and cute how worried he gets about our animals. When we were trying to think of a name, Sammy told me that he wanted a Greek Goddess name. I pulled up a list, and we both loved Persephone, goddess of the underworld. Plus, one of my favorite Meg Cabot books is a retelling of her story:) 

We're not sure how big she's going to get, but look how tiny she is! 

We're having a lot of fun watching the bulb we put in her bowl grow as well. As soon as I dropped it in, roots shot out of the bottom, and the top opened up and a little stem popped out. I really hope there's a plant for Persephone to lay on in there soon!

After we got Persephone, I logged on Facebook to check something, and was surprised to see Facebook tell me that Sammy and I had been friends for six years. That was on August 20th. Which means that all of this time, I've had the wrong date for the day Sammy and I first met, because I definitely waited a day or two to add him as a friend. That means we probably first met August 18th, or maybe the 17th. I have no idea, and feel like a failure. Oh well.  We've known each other six years, and now we went and bought our first fish together, and life is great:) 

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