When I was in Florida in March of 2005, I went to a place called RJ Gators to eat dinner, and I ordered a drink that came in a fish bowl. I kept the fish bowl, and said I would get a fish for it when I got home. I got a fish a few days after I got home, and put him in the fishbowl. I named him French Toast, because I like french toast. The fish is still alive! I have not had a fish live for this long before. The store that sold him to me is even gone, so the fish even outlasted the store, I doubt that happens very often.