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Dave and I have agreed on the name Roscoe for our fish. Once upon a time there was a spider that lived in our kitchen window which we named Roscoe. The next summer, another spider showed up, so he became Roscoe II. Last summer no spider showed up at all and I was sad. Since I personally find spiders to be icky, I decided that it was the lack of something, anything, named "Roscoe" in my life that weighed most heavily on my heart, so Roscoe the Fish it is.

Last night I went online and looked up information on how to care for a Betta fish. Thanks to this site and some advice from my Grandma, I went to Walmart this morning armed with a list of things I need to get besides water conditioner and fish flakes. Our fish is going to be living in style. MTV Cribs is going to be knocking on the side of his tank soon, looking to get a tour. Or he'll be dead by Saturday.

How Roscoe has changed our life: every afternoon (since Tuesday, so, twice) Henry and I have a post-nap snack at the dining room table where we munch on goldfish, feed Roscoe, and then have a very animated conversation about him while watching him swim. It really is as cute as it sounds.