Even Four Has Anxiety

The good news is that Four is still alive! And not just clinging to life, either! He's like, swimming around and shit. The bad news, however, is that Four also seems to have anxiety. He spends a lot of time sucking up gravel with his fish face ("trouty-mouth"), swimming away, and spitting it out somewhere else. In addition to my concerns about his health (which are minimal; I've learned not to get too attached), I'm concerned about what this is doing to my mental health. Im already quite wound up and anxious about Boston, and it's hard to sleep at night when you're listening to the sounds of a goldfish (he's black, actually) orally rearranging his habitat, which is, it's worth noting, infinitely nicer than any I've lived in. Or when you're picturing your fourth fish in two weeks going belly up.

So this zoological observation begs the question: if dogs can sense fear, cats pester the one person in a room who doesn't want to give them attention, and pigs smell out truffles (that last one actually has nothing to do with this topic), can fish feel taper madness? More importantly, did I just phrase this entire second graf like I were a veterinary Carrie Bradshaw? If this means I'm expected to have sex with this goldfish, I want out immediately.

8 days...