RIP, Max

My original betta took the Big Swim earlier this week

Poor Max. He was never the same after the move. But he's off frolicking with all of my other pets now — Sam, Lady, Ripley and Zoé. And he finally joined good ol Fido Jaws, another betta.

Wednesday, I went and picked out a new betta. It was white with spots on its face and it had pretty bluish/gray fins. I had him with me at work and noticed he was acting strangely — swimming upside down, laying on his side. Well, after about 4 hours with me, the fish was dead.

I went back to the pet store today to return him, and it turned out that all 25 fish in that shipment were dead when they opened the store today. So it wasn't me. Sad, because the fish was so pretty. But I picked out this one:


So. Pretty.

He's a big, healthy betta. I couldn't come up with a name I liked, but after mentioning it to Scott, he immediately came up with "Rex." As in "Bettasaurus Rex." And so my fish got a name, just like that. I knew there was a reason why I loved Scott... as if I could stop with just one reason. But yeah. Fish. That's right... this is an entry in the "Pets" portion of this journal. Heh.


I see you!


An introspective moment in his new tank.

Yeah, I'm a bit of a geek for 1) taking pics of a fish and 2) posting those pics online (as if having a blog isn't geeky enough...). But Rex is damned pretty, and needs to be shown off. And I need to start posting here again, so there ya go.