Yesterday I remembered there was a living animal trapped in Heather's room. She hasn't been home for weeks so I braced myself for a deadly sight.
Low and behold, her Chinese Fighter Fish was alive and kicking. So I snuck in there like a thief in the night and stole the poor guy.
I found a beautiful vase that suited his technicolor scales better. Fed him a double-dose of his food. And relocated him up to my room.
He shall be called Frenchie. He is beautiful, neglected, and needs a home. I'm really not a fish girl but I refuse to flush him down the toilet, or leave him in Heather's "deserted dungeon", or toss him in the depths of soon-to-be-dry Snail Lake.
You can have him, for free, email me.
(I'm serious!)
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