I was merry, you see, because I hadn't really thought this whole rescue thing through. But I powered through, bringing the fish with me on two subways, through Grand Central and onto the train. I got a few (hundred) strange looks but I didn't mind.
Then, as I exited the train station, fish in hand, I realized I'd ridden my scooter that morning. And I had to ride it back. Now, much as I like to think that all God's creatures are happiest on a scooter, it is so incredibly not true of fishes.
But I tucked them into the boot snug and tight and headed very slowly and carefully home.
And, after a brief stop for gas, I pulled them out to check on them. And a car full of high schoolers pulled up. And a young gentleman in the back seat, rolled down his window, and tried very hard to focus his eyes on what I was holding.
"Cool soup," he said.
So, without further ado, let me introduce:
Cambodia (nickname GaGa)
|He is very camera shy. Better picture forthcoming.|
|He is not camera shy.|
Rue quite likes them.
|In fact, he's no longer allowed in the same room as them!|