We got our first ever pet. Unless you count the two mangy cats we inherited with the house... they lasted all of two seconds so they don't really count.
Our new pet is an itty bitty little beta fish officially named "Red Fish" after the fish in a Dr. Seuss book.
Technically the fish is Sportsman-in-Training's but you know who is really going to be taking care of it. I had to set a reminder on my phone so I don't forget to feed the poor thing. Did I mention I'm not that great with pets? Our pets growing up were mostly edible and it was a fact of life that they generally only lasted a couple seasons before they ended up in the freezer. So I am pretty good at not getting super attached. Fact of life.
So it is day two of Red Fish's stay and I told Sportsman-in-Training to make friends with him and say hello. Maybe read him a book or something. You know, trying to discourage foreign objects from entering the fish bowl. I kept hearing the word "bait" from the other room and thought I better investigate.
This is what I found.
Sportsman-in-Training had found a Bass Pro Shop magazine and was showing Red Fish different kinds of bait. I forgot to explain that Red Fish is not in a holding pen for later fishing use. Which is apparently what was going on his little head.
I would be worried if I were Red Fish. Especially after the impressive display of hooks being paraded outside his little home.
Good luck Red Fish.