We all have one!
Mine is the honeycomb catfish I ordered in the mail. It was unseasonably hot out, and the UPS guy had decided that "Live Fish" meant "keep it in a hot truck for hours," so when she arrived, on top of being thin and weak, she was on her back with heat stroke. So I spent the next few days scooping her with my hand and feeding her worms with an eyedropper, and she made a full recovery. But now, whenever I put my hand in the tank to prune, or move something, the fat little mermaid swims out of her tunnel to sit in my hand. She's probably mad at me for not stuffing her face with worms anymore, but I like to think she's being affectionate.
Who's yours?
Mine is the honeycomb catfish I ordered in the mail. It was unseasonably hot out, and the UPS guy had decided that "Live Fish" meant "keep it in a hot truck for hours," so when she arrived, on top of being thin and weak, she was on her back with heat stroke. So I spent the next few days scooping her with my hand and feeding her worms with an eyedropper, and she made a full recovery. But now, whenever I put my hand in the tank to prune, or move something, the fat little mermaid swims out of her tunnel to sit in my hand. She's probably mad at me for not stuffing her face with worms anymore, but I like to think she's being affectionate.
Who's yours?