Dillenger. The Convict fish that resides on my desk at work. Brent named him for John Dillenger, the best-known American bank robber of the 20th century. Our very own Dillenger is not quite so ambitious, but he is a real meanie. We dig him just the same. RIP. Dillenger finally broke out and, ummm, died. Boo.

Jonas. Moved in after Dillenger busted out. Hangs out with snail pal, Shelly. Likes to eat. Got him because he's so ugly, I figured no one else would want him. Unfortunately, Jonas was a casualty of the blackout. He hung in as long as he could, but I guess the little feller needed more oxygen (secretly I suspect that Hal hogged more than his fair share, since he was the sole survivior).

Hal. Hal is a fish who thinks he's a dog. Maybe Poot taught him to beg for food while I was away at work. When he first moved in, he was really shy and spent all his time under a rock in his tank, but once he figured out that I am the source of all things edible, he started to court my attention. I am not above paying Hal with blecky fish flakes for his affection.

Kipper. A rare glipse. Kipper moved into the rock that Hal abandoned in his pursuit of a good meal. He is content with Hal's scraps, and only comes out when I am safely tucked away in bed. RIP kipper. Fell to the blackout. Kipper was not a big favorite around the office, but I had a soft spot for him (plus the vision of his contorted face floating at the top of the tank continues to haunt me).