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Yesterday, I took Elayna out to get more fish (since her only fish -- a goldfish she won at her school fair -- was lonely in a large tank) while

shadesong got some writing done. Turns out that the fish she had originally wanted (something with Mickey Mouse in the name) don't work well with goldfish, so we had to choose another type of goldfish. She looked over all of the fish, and pointed to one that she liked best. I looked at the label.

It said, "Redcap."

Yes, our daughter bought two redcaps. She's never played Changeling or Ars Magica, never read Mage or cdl's Jack the Giant-Killer. But she still chose fish named after evil Scottish creatures. Gotta love her.

I've done a buncha goldfish research this morning, too. Gotta love work web access and unlimited printing.

On the gerbil front, Elayna has renamed "Woody," (the not-as-male-as-we-thought momma gerbil) to Lexi. She's chosen names for some of the babies, but the names seem to vary ("That one's named 'Stays with poppa,' because he's always with Freddy" is a phrase that's been used to describe at least two or three of them), and until we end up figuring out which one(s) we're keeping, I'm not too worried about their names.

No news on the cat front. The teddy bear that Max was mounting is now out of the house. I'm assuming he's having his way with the couch pillows at night, as he used to.