Home was half dead when my son stopped a little girl from shaking the little dish he was shipped in to Wal-Mart. I immediately warned all my kids that the fish prob.wouldn't survive the nite. I went to pet smart and got everything I needed to give this little blue fish a fighting chance,when we transferred him into the tank he sank quickly to the bottom. I laid the kids down, all prayed for the fish. I sat up most of the night talking to the fish with my hand on the tank, that's when it happened, he swam right up to my hand and I said oh, hey Home, he had a name, and six years later he's still my #1 Home, always excitedly wiggling at the front of the tank whenever he hears my voice.