Last night was the year-end banquet for the high school swim team. The centerpiece for each table was a fish bowl and once dinner was over, we were told to check under our seats for a fish. Whoever had the fish got the fish bowl and it's resident goldfish.
As luck would have it, I didn't have the fish under my seat, but Tom sure did and somehow it was decided that this little fishy would join the other fishies in my pond.
I decided to wait until this morning to make sure the little guy was still alive before I took him out for the big plunge. Sure enough, he was still swimming about which is better than a couple of the fish were doing last night before the banquet even ended.
I call him/her "Tom" in honor if it's benefactor. Michael calls him/her "Sponge Bob Squarepants" because, well, just because. Whatever the name and whatever the sex, I hope this little fishy likes its new home!
There he is: the orange speck just to the right of the large white fish's tail!
