No Longer Alone

Oct 09 2012 Published by under [Etc]

Back in July, my office mate of 2-1/2 years died. The iFish and I had a good run, but it ended.

Last week I began to want a new fish. I cleaned and set up the tank, then let it run all week to make sure the water was ready.

Sunday I surveyed bettas in jars at the pet shop. One half-moon betta sat on the bottom, all mellow. As soon as I looked at him he puffed up and declared himself:

THEY CALL ME MR. FISH

If you do not recognize the reference, go watch In the Heat of the Night right now. It's a classic movie; you will thank me later.

Here is a video of my new buddy. He keeps swimming against the current from the filter system.

He may not be the brightest fish in the shop.

But we have bonded now!

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4 responses so far

  • Crystal Voodoo says:

    In my experience the pissed off ones live the longest. My last betta survived to the ripe old age of 5 and 1/2 and he hated my face from the moment I bought him until the day he died.

  • me says:

    Time to start training?.....

    ...found that while hunting for post-docs working with zebrafish!!

  • [...] Be prepared to bring extra stuff home. Even with the new swag policy, I suspect we may need to check a bag and tote home an extra bag of new acquisitions. I still have my Sigma Life Science Magic 8 Ball on my desk. Yup, it made the cut for the move. Sometimes it provides the clearest, most logical solution to a daily¬†conundrum. 2013 note: My Magic 8 Ball died; now I have to generate random numbers when I don't know what to do, or ask my office fish. [...]

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