Say Thanks

Today, I have had quite the fish adventure. And here is a huge blog all about pet fish and how I spent my Saturday. Not that fish are exciting at all…

I’ll make this a ‘read more’  post though, because it IS a super long post… And I have a hunch that 95% of you out there don’t give two shits about my new fish so. The end.




The day started off on a saddish note because Gandalf finally kicked the bucket. The only reason I say that this is saddish is because I was expecting him to die, really. Since yesterday morning he’s been playing dead, but everytime I would poke at his tank, he’d flap his little fins and show me he wasn’t dead yet. And I wasn’t going to flush a live fish, that’s cruel. So he was pretty stubborn… but he finally gave up this afternoon. I did say a few nice words before I sent him on his way, but Gandalf was my ugliest betta fish ever. Ever! Ironically, he probably lived the longest out of all of the bettas I’ve owned so far. After my friend Garrett accidentally stopped feeding him and did a shitty job of being a fish dad, I became Gandalf’s foster mom. He was already in bad shape when I got him (he was a Walmart fish after all. Ew.), but I did my best and he managed to live another six months.

So anyways. Gandalf croaked. I sanitized his tank and filter and threw out all of that old gross gravel… But now I had this gaping hole in my room where his tank had once been. That felt weird to me. So I was like “Well I have all this fish stuff. I might as well save another fish from a miserable existence at a pet store.” So that’s exactly what I did.

Enter Bruce Lee.
 

It took me a long time to pick a reasonably priced and attractive fish. But he won. I should prooobbably actually say that he looks like a badass with his mysterious dark face and funky fins, but I digress. He was actively swimming at the pet store and had blown a few bubbles in his little cup, so I figured that was a good sign that he was all nice and healthy.

But as I was saying earlier. I took a good amount of time to make sure that the fish tank was all nicely sanitized. And to take extra fish germ precautions, I bought new gravel as well as a new tank accessory (instead of using the old stuff). And here it is!

 

I have to admit that the main reason I named him Bruce Lee is because he has a fucking sweet pagoda. BUT betta fish are technically found in the wild rice patties of Southeast Asia. Don’t believe me? Just wikipedia that shit. So basically. Bruce Lee is the MOST Asian betta fish I have had yet (because I named him Bruce Lee and he lives in a pagoda). Hopefully because of this, he will have extra fish wisdom and strength. And hopefully he will  have better luck than the previous 2 and a half betta fish I have owned (I’m only going to count Gandalf as a half in this case because he was fugly and not originally mine). I am taking extra precautions to make sure transferring him into his new home is as safe as possible so he doesn’t get sick. So for now the water is being filtered and de-chlorinated in his tank. I will set him free from his little cup tomorrow once it’s officially safe. 

If this fish dies too, it will be clear that betta fish just truly fucking hate me and I should take a step down and take care of a generic gold fish or something. But so far he’s fine. So keep your fingers crossed.