This is Steve. He was nice enough to swim around to the front of his bowl for the photo.
Steve came into my life last saturday, where I mentioned him in passing. He's slowly becoming my best friend. He's anorexic and hyperactive and nocturnal. In other words, he fits right in.
I never like pets, or animals in general but last saturday I was compelled to spend the 12 cents on him and it was the right decision. I don't know why.
He's slowly warming up to me, mainly because every time I walk past him I stare at him and yell "HI STEVE" in a high pitched voice a few times. They say that fish can be trained to recognize their owners.
Really, Steve belongs to all of us. But I get to keep him.