Since my move to Charlottesville in 2004, I have attempted to keep my aquarium stocked to a reasonable level with fish. During my last purchase several months ago, I was given one fish for free. I didn’t want it. I don’t even know what kind it is. For the last few months though, he has hung on as the soul survivor. He outwitted, outplayed, and outlasted all his tankmates — by a lot.
I’ve become convinced that he is some type of intelligence agent from the Soviet Union sent here to spy on me. The sneaky bastard got into my apartment and now he refuses to die. He’s got to be KGB, right?
Despite his sketchy background and potential threat to national security, I’ve grown to admire his ability to not die. Therefore, just this week, I finally named him: Boris AKA ‘the Blade’ AKA the ‘Bullet-Dodger.’ Why do they call him the Bullet-Dodger? ‘Cause he dodges bullets, Avi*.
Things didn’t look too rosy yesterday morning, however. I looked under the rock where he hides and he looked rather inert. It would figure, that right after I got attached, the bullet-dodger would die.
Fortunately, Boris must have just been having a bad morning. All is well. You may now rest easier at night.
[…] Speaking of not killing things, my fish Boris is still alive and well. We’ll see how well he handles the move in a few days. If he’s still alive in a few weeks, I think it will be time for me to put some other fish in the tank with him. The poor guy just looks lonely. […]