Solitary Samantha
My daughter plucked Sam from the wild.
At the time, he was about nickel-sized.
That was nine years and three tank upgrades ago.
Recently we learned that Sam is not a boy after all.
She's about the size of a cereal bowl.
She's eaten all but one feeder fish in the latest batch.
It comes within striking distance.
But Samantha seems to have no interest.
I think she enjoys the companionship.
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