Here’s the story — I came down to make coffee, as I do every morning at 5:30am. Then I went to have a quick look at the weather and email. While I was sitting at the computer, I heard the sound of – drip, drip, drip – and thought it was coffee. Then I heard a different sound, an unusual sound. When I looked around I didn’t see the fish at the top of his bowl, he was at the bottom. Upon further review, he was at the bottom with about a half inch of water. The sound — fish flopping on his fish bowl rocks.
I jumped to action. Got some water, in a salad bowl and quickly lifted him. His glass bowl has a crack. How did that happen? How did he live? This Fair Fish, Joe, seems to have nine lives like a cat. Maybe he was a cat in a previous life. Now I need to find another fish bowl.