Who knew? Certainly not me. Yet here I am sharing my apartment with Harold for a week. Who’s Harold? Harold is a royal blue colored Betta fish. He is bunked in with me while his permanent house-mates, my family, are away for the March break.
Harold, is not the name he goes by at the family’s. We had a getting to know you conversation. He thought it would be fun to have a pseudonym while he was on vacation, too. Harold was his first choice. The next day he wanted to try out Fred. So he was Fred for a day. On the third day he decided to stick with Harold. He thought Fred made him feel like a cartoon, while Harold had a more mature vibe.
It is worth mentioning how he even came to live with my granddaughter. It seems, a few months, ago K and a couple of friends stopped into a pet store while out for the afternoon. One of the girls purchased Harold. At the end of the day Harold was left at K’s house. Intentionally, if you ask me. Of course, my family adopted him. And, now he is staycationing with me.
Harold is a perfect guest. He keeps to himself, doing his own thing. He does not annoy me with endless inane chatter. There are no dietary demands. He arrived here with his own supply of blood worm flakes. Pretty gross, but they are his main source of sustenance. Oh, well. To each his own. He also seems to be agreeable to my TV choices. I haven’t heard any complaints or even requests for something of his preference. A bonus is that I don’t even have to clean up after him or do extra laundry. What more could one ask of a house guest?
My week with Harold is now coming to a close. My family is on their way home and will take him back. It’s been kind of fun having another living being in my apartment besides me. Especially one of such low maintenance. Harold and I haven’t always had the deepest of conversations. Who needs to be serious all the time, right? In a day or two I will have to bid him adieu. It’s been a slice. Swim on, Harold. Use that super power for good.