Girl comes in store carrying a small bait bucket. Asks if we do saltwater. Tell her no. Says she has a puffer she's trying to get rid of and nobody wants. Her and her friends were at a beach and found it. They caught it and said they were going to eat it. She didn't want that to happen so she takes and starts driving around from store to store trying to find someone to take it. By the time she got to me her desire to save it had worn thin. When I went to look at it, she says tell me it died. I don't feel like looking anymore but I don't want to feel guilty about it. So now I have this puffer at work in a container with an airstone. She didn't have enough water to even cover it so I had to make some, guessing at proper amount. I'll find out shortly if it survived the night. If so I will figure something out with it. I guess for some people doing the right thing is cool as long as it's convenient. No, I don't know what type it is. Will research if it survives and I keep it.
