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?