Now, think for a moment... how big could a goldfish's brain be? As big as the head of a pin? Maybe?
I suppose he must have enough brain power to think about something, because he avoids the Green Net of Doom when I clean his bowl every
But guys, really. He's not a puppy, he's a fish. A tiny, 10 cent feeder-fish. He can't possibly have the mental capacity to predict that you will feed him and beg.
But I've been watching him. And I think they're right.
He follows me around his bowl. Begging.
Feed me, Seymour.