Ish
A couple of weeks ago I took my son to Pet Smart to get a little container with a handle for his pet ants. Yes, ants. While we were there he couldn’t take is eyes off the tiny cups filled with betta fish. Being the sucker I am, we came home with a fish, some food, water conditioner, a live plant, some gravel, and a fish bowl.
I knew better, but had a moment of early dementia and actually fantasized myself laughing and sitting at the kitchen counter with Little man and the betta.
I didn’t know better. . .
I didn’t learn from the issues we had with our last fish aquarium. My girls were so devastated whenever we lost a fish. The whole ordeal turned into many toilet bowl funerals and obsessive water conditioning treatments. I vowed to not have another fish aquarium.
Once we were home with the betta, who Little man named Ish, we set her bowl up. I then went upstairs to google betta care, to my horror I discovered I had just spent all morning setting up a torture chamber that would leave Ish dead in a matter of days.
Even though the fish activists were probably on their way over to our house with torches to threaten us and burn bras, I tried to pretend I didn’t care. Until, Ish turned out to be so cute with Little Man. She actually knows when he is looking into her bowl, she waits for him to feed her, and they play so well together.
Dammit.
So, Little Man, hubby, the girls, and myself trooped back to the Pet Store and bought a new home for Ish. The aquarium has been cycling for a few days and tonight Ish will move in.
I am a little worried that the filter current may be a bit too much for Ish, but she is going to need to work with us on that.
For those of you who are yawning with boredom, let me advice you to not be so rude. Especially since I was courteous enough to spare you the details of how picky of an eater Ish is. And, how we had to try many different kinds of food before she found one she deemed good enough.
Comments are closed.