Third Time's a Charm

When you dislike your belongings robed in cat hair and refuse to retrieve dog $%!@ with your bare hand (a plastic bag is a suitable barrier for half a leftover onion in the refrigerator but under no circumstances will it adequately protect delicate hands and polished fingers nails from canine feces) you get plants.  When you have become a successful botanist, by which I mean you have not killed the two plants that were gifted to you, you move onto fish.

Or in my case, 3 fish.  First there was Fitzwilliam Darcy.  He lived approximately 24 hours.  Then came Hamish (a nod to Vogue) who stuck it out for nearly a week.  Finally, and least creatively named, I present for your viewing pleasure: Pickle.