In the company of guppies

I share my home with two guppies, among other creatures. Three teeny guppy babies survived the move. I thought they were female. The Three Girls. I very much liked the idea of three female guppies, a magical trio doing magical things in the aquarium and bringing good fortune to the household. Tragically, not long after I started making a list of things I could share with the guppies—The Queen (the movie), Sex and the City, good conversation—one of them died suddenly. I found her at the bottom of the tank, lifeless. She had the cloudy eye, the sad sign that a fish isn't just sleeping. She had moved on to another realm.

Unfortunately, my guppy sexing skills are less than stellar; it seems that the Two Girls are actually male. So The Three Girls are now The Two Boys. They've been chasing each other around the tank with great enthusiasm, which makes me think they might be gay. I can't be sure, though. But they sure are pretty.

I call this photo Guppies in Sleet.