Little Fish

Where have you been, Little Fish?

When my husband and my father-in-law painted our bathroom, they found a little plastic fish under the vanity. It belonged to former homeowners. My husband washed it with a sink full of dishes and it sat on our kitchen counter for a couple of weeks. I asked, "Why are you keeping that thing?" He said, "I think it's cute." It obviously was some sort tub toy. I asked, "What are you going to do with it?" Meaning, "Get it off the counter." He said, "I dunno." So it sat for another week. I got tired of looking at it, so one day I grabbed it and put it on his pillow on his side of the bed. He put it on his nightstand. Then I got tired of looking at it on the nightstand. So I put it by his toothbrush in the bathroom. And the game started. We take turns hiding Little Fish. I never know where Little Fish will turn up. He has been hidden in dresser drawers, on a pile of t-shirts on the closet shelf, he has even stowed away in a backpack when my husband flew out of town. I can't remember what city Little Fish traveled to. It may have actually been another country.

Some times there are big gaps of time between hiding Little Fish. I kind of forget about him. In fact one time I thought, "What was it again that we were hiding from one another?" I couldn't even remember that he was a little red fish. Then he suddenly popped up in an unexpected place.

I have a shelf full of Starbucks mugs from around the world that my husband has been collecting for me on his work trips. This morning I grabbed a coffee mug halfway back on the shelf, and there he was. Under San Francisco. Nice to see you, Little Fish. Where will you hide next? We are having to get more and more creative in our hiding spots. Who knows how long this game will last!