March 12th, 2012
(This event took place before Valentine's Day, but I've only now gotten around to documenting it!)
My dad is quite supportive that I've finally developed an aquatic hobby. He thought it would be cute to get me something that's a spin-off of the stereotypical dozen red roses for Valentines. He went to the pet shop and bought me a dozen red opae ula.
This was right after the first batch died, and before I had gotten the 200 new ones from Online Friend Dennis. My dad wanted to encourage me to keep up the hobby.
I was driving home later than usual from work and he called my cell. "Where are you? Are you coming home soon?" he asked.
"Be home in half an hour. I had a late meeting," I said. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing," he said, then apparently went over and waited at my house till I came home. We live eight houses apart, so it wasn't a hardship.
I could tell something was abuzz when I walked in because he was all smiley and my mother was all frowney. That is their their typical reaction any time my dad has a bag from the pet shop in his possession.
I know this is MY hobby now, but I'm sure after 40 years my mom just can't kick the habit. Plus, she's probably worried that my electricity bill is going to quintuple due to filters and lights. That's what she lived with for decades until forcing him to scale back greatly.
"I got something for you," my dad exclaimed proudly.
I immediately put it together before I even opened the bag. I pulled it out and confirmed my hunch. "Wow, thanks, Dad! Exciting!" I said.
A dozen red opae ula, just waiting to be freed into the one gallon tank.
"He was so excited to give this to you," added my mother.
It was a very sweet thought, and to me, way better than red roses.