Fireweed has taught the other blackfish how to trust. Now whenever I pass by their aquarium they must sense the vibrations of my bare feet. They all line up and stare out of the glass waiting for me to open the top and drop in the bits of fly larva they’ve grown accustom to. It’s quite flattering actually. The way their friendly little faces just appear to greet you as you enter their presence. I suppose living the arctic has lead them to evolve as a species. And I must say, what they’ve become is an evolutionary marvel to be reckoned with. Their intelligence is unheard for a fish. And trust me, I’ve had countless of aquarium darlings come into my company. Fireweed and her friends are by far the most interesting and beautiful of swimmers I have ever accumulated. My heart grows fonder of them each and every day.
