(Me. It was me.)
NOTE: I WAS UNDER STRICT ORDERS NOT TO COME HOME WITH OTHER PETS.
But it was hard. The boys really liked the animals. Both Mr F and Mr Bunches liked the birds, especially the finches.
(My mom used to raise finches. Sort of. She used to routinely let her finches go, accidentally. We referred to her as a Finch Underground Railroad. There is probably a large population of wild zebra finches living around Hartland, WI.)
Mr Bunches also liked the rabbit:
It was easier for me to resist the "creepy crawly" section of pets.
Not Mr Bunches:
He loved the snakes. He later described the snake to me as "nice."
We all liked the goldfish.
Then it was into the fish section.
They have about a zillion fish,
including something called an "Upside Down Catfish."
which I really wanted, but it turns out that what does best in small office aquariums is a "Betta," or "Siamese Fighting Fish":
Mr Bunches selected one:
And we took him back to the office:
Where we introduced him to his new home:
And we fed him,
And then we poked the food down into the water even though Dad said that he could get it on the top if he wanted:
And, his name is...
Actual conversation we had that led to that naming:
Me: "What should we name him?"
Mr Bunches: "[Mr Bunches]".
Me: "But that's your name. Shouldn't we call him something else?"
Mr Bunches: *thinks*
Mr Bunches: "His name is Fish."
Me: "His name is Fish?"
Mr Bunches: *with certainty*: "His. Name. Is. Fish."