This is me about 1990 looking at my goldfish. I was in a store and there was a tank with a sign that said "feeder fish." Poor things. They only exist to get throwin into a tank to get eaten by other fish. And to add insult to injury they were only deemed to be worthy of 12 cents each! Imagine being assessd at 12 cents and thrown into a tank to get eaten. I bought 12 of them and they lived a long happy life on South Huntington Ave in Boston. No one ate them. They died a natural death. I studied them often and was amazed to find that each of them had their own personality. I gave them names based on how they behaved. No two were alike. There was no mistaking any one for the other. 12 cents was a bargain.