It's a catfish. Terry and Triston went fishing. Their goal was to catch some Steel head but they were not so lucky. Terry didn't catch a single fish but Triston did manage to catch this little catfish which he was very proud of. Terry asked him repeatedly if they could release it since that was not what they were trying to catch and in all reality, it's a little on the small size to eat. Nonetheless, Terry abided. They brought it in and put it in the side of my sink and gave it some much needed water. To my surprise, the thing came to after a few hours without water. So...it slept through the night in the sink and was still alive. We tried again to talk Triston into releasing it but he wanted it and repeatedly told us, "It's my first catfish."
He swam around the entire second day, in my sink. Well, all day except for about an hour. He spent some time flopping around after he attempted an escape from his little home in my sink. I had to use my kitchen thongs to pick him up and put him back in the water.
The morning of his third day, in my sink, we finally made the decision to release him downtown. If he can survive days in my sink, living on dog food, he will survive to be a very big catfish. We will catch him again someday.
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