Bucky the betafish, who keeps me company at work, survived the four day weekend with no food. I was a little worried about him all weekend long. It seemed a bit much to make a 40 minute drive to feed him.
I actually had some pretty bizarre dreams over the weekend about his fate- the worst being I got to work and he was being attacked by all these tiny lil parasite fish. Thank goodness when I got into my office he greeted me by wiggling back and forth as soon as I turned on the light.