My Fish Named Edward

I have a fish named Edward.  He is my only dependent.  Basically, I don't have to worry about taking care of anyone but me, except my fish named Edward, but he's usually fine without me.  But we're friends.

There's a funny story behind the way Edward got his name.  When I first brought him home from the pet store, I left him in his cup while I prepared the bowl of water for him, all the while thinking of potential names.  When the water was ready for him, I used my fishnet to try to get him out of his cup.  Edward didn't like the fishnet (like most fish), and he proceeded to swim away from it every time I tried to get him.  In my last attempt to scoop him out, he flopped out of the cup and onto the windowsill.  I screamed.  A lot.  And I don't really remember what happened next, except that I screamed, "No!  Edward!!"  It was a very traumatic experience, and poor Edward swam straight to the bottom of the bowl and didn't move for a few hours when I finally got him safe.  I think he was scared of me for a few weeks, but once he figured out that I give him food, he decided to trust me.

And that's how Edward got his name.