Goodnight, fish.

I came home to find our beta fish, Eustice, motionless in her bowl. How sad.

Forgive me for pondering the existence of “fishy heaven.” Funny how one can become so attached to a fish.

And then Anthony came home, and Eustice was swimming around in her bowl again.  Belly up and motionless only minutes earlier.   Want to explain that one to me?

Thanks, God, for creating fish.