Well, honestly, now I feel compelled to respond to Neil’s comment yesterday. There are many reasons I would go to so much trouble for a fish. Many.
- I am more than a little neurotic.
- I do not want to come in to work and have to deal with a dead fish.
- I get incredibly upset when I think about animals suffering needlessly (see: About page and crying over roadkill).
- It’s slow at my office, and I need something to occupy me (see: neurotic).
- I’m actually quite attatched to the little guy. Being that is a fighting fish, he is much more aware of his surroundings and what is going on outside the tank than other fish. This gives him the appearance of giving a damn about me.
- Also, neurotic and don’t want to deal with a dead fish!
Today’s update: Still bloated as all hell and incredibly happy to take his mojo medicine. Also, I think he actually CAN roll his eyes, probably not in annoyance, persay, but he can roll them!
i had a betta for three years, and was a lot more sad than I expected when he finally died of old age (following a fishy stroke that left him flipping with only his left fin).
bettas are much easier to get attached to than a short-lived guppy or gold fish.