This is the lone surviving goldfish I rescued from the bag containing 2 (1 was doa) someone dumped in the front yard.

Pure coincidence like everything else right?

For the time being I have rescued him to a swan vase and am in route to acquire some gold fishy food for him.  Poor fishy.

Thinking about naming him Zeus, Servo, or Lola (the fish).  Not sure yet.

Darlene still is impossible.  My uncle the attorney is reading my most recent essay I wrote trying to explain WTF I've created and what's really going on.  This should be interesting.