Fish-sitting for my neighbor. Dear God, let me deliver this fish to him at the end of the week without having it go belly-up. It's a beta fighting fish, which means no way am I sticking my finger in the bowl because it might go all kung-fu karate on me. And judging by the baleful glare it keeps giving me, it appears to be contemplating leaping from its abode, dragging itself across the carpet, and doing that anyway. Its fish food is stinky. I don't think it likes me. I forgot to ask what its name is. Actually, I didn't forget, I just didn't want my neighbor to go all O.o? I sincerely hope it doesn't leap from the bowl and die on my carpet, because fish-suicide is not something I want to explain and also I don't want dead fish on my carpet.

Can you tell I've been traumatized much by having all the fish in my first-grade class go belly-up?

Also: it needs to stop staring at me, because it's starting to seriously get on my nerves. Nothing like the feeling that someone is watching you...