And the winner is … erm … nobody, to date. As sometimes happens, the wee girlie inspired her own name. I was feeding her yesterday, watching her slide around under the surface, and I was struck by the faint silver streaks on her back/sides. So I started mumbling, “Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, on her back, back, back …”*
Then I thought “Merrimack” would be a fun name for a fish, and I can still call her “Mary Mack” and sin
Published on June 04, 2009 15:24