Our little shark Fajita has grown like a weed.
Probably because I fix him up a big shrimp cocktail every other night.
Christina always says it looks like I am giving the shrimp a dip in a hot tub, to bad I follow it up with slicing the shrimp in pieces. Loses the relaxing vibe, eh?
I finally have Fajita eating straight from my hands, which will come in handy once he is over three feet. I still usually use an extension rod to feed him, since I am quite partial to my fingers.
In fact, at the beginning, he got a little rowdy and took a nip at me.
Please disregard our awesome basement complete with lots of 2×4’s and little boy racecar curtains.
See how our shrimp is hitching a ride on the shark?
Bet ya didn’t know he is actually picking his brethren out of Fajita’s gills to get a late night snack. You little cannibal you.
How long do you think before I lose a finger?
Think a shrimp fajita sounds tasty?
Want to buy some racecar curtains?
