The wife and I were pretty much just passing ships in the day, as when she arrived home, I was just about to rush out for my beauty shop appointment.
Still, there was enough time to find out that someone at the fish store made employee of the month on our dime.
She had brought home:
1- New Beta ('Ladyfish MK17')
1- New Snail ('Gary')
1- New frog, tiny, aquatic ('Junior')
1- New Catfish (TBA, though I am strongly in favor of 'Fluffy')
1- New fish tank heater (ugly)
1- Air bubble thingy to minimize the current bubbler which used to look like an underwater SMERSH Agent whose air hoses James Bond had cut, minus all the blood and buggy panicked eyes.
Priceless? Having the wife fly out back to the pet store past you when you arrive home from getting a haircut (and having a couple of beers and a nice cup of clam chowder) so she can get there before they close and get replacement hose and a new fitting because, being female, she cut one too short, and broke the other one off in the effort.
Gary is climbing the walls. Ladyfish is 'just trying to find that damn frog and fuck it up', Fluffy is just looking glumly out at the oxygenated world beyond his/her tank confines. Junior is scampering from position of cover to position of cover, trying to not become frog-legs.
The heater is heating. There are no bubbles.
No, I do not know if the frog is a poison dart frog. It would not take much to induce Nat to pet it, and we could see if it lays her out on the kitchen floor, foam bubbling from her mouth.
The adventure that is my life continues...