A few months ago I got a call from my dad while I was riding my bike. We usually don’t talk all that much unless I need money or he needs to check up on me to make sure I’m alive. I told him I was on a bike on Bloor St. and if I stayed on the phone I would risk careening into someting. Well he told me to stop biking because he had some really good news. Alright…
“We got an aquarium! With fish!”
“Oh…that’s really nice…”
And what an aquarium it is. Behold above! I hadn’t had a chance to see it until I came to visit, in fact before i actually saw it I was expecting something lame like a tiny tank with one tiny fish. But I was wrong. I have mixed feeling about aquariums, especially ones with coral and sea-things I can’t even name like the ones above. You always have to wonder where one would acquire coral and such to sell. I asked my dad, and he said he didn’t really know. Then I asked him if it was illegal to remove them from the sea around these part (in California), and he said yes…yes it is. He then told me they would probably get them from other countries and ship them in. Great! Other than that little piece of knowledge, I can’t help but be enamored by these sea-things! Seriously, every night we would congregate, my step mom, my dad, and me around the aquarium to see if something happened, or just to look at it. Apparently sea-things die really easily. They continuously have to replace fish and stuff because they would die. If it doesn’t look right within the first few days of being put into the tank, then chances are its going to die. Sad.
Spiky purple sea-urchin!! It likes to pick up random stuff and carry it on its head for some reason.
Weird pulsating blob. I like it because I have no clue what it is…and it pulsates hahaha. Sea-things are weird. I’m actually a pussy when it come to things in the ocean. I always get this feeling I’m going to step on something I don’t recognize while I’m at the beach. In fact every time I see a plastic bag floating around me I have to do a double take to make sure it’s not a Man o’ War. Though I like to watch these thing do its thing in the tank, I ardently refuse to touch them so casually like my dad and step mom do.
