Co-worker just came by my cubicle with a shoe box in his hands. He lifted the lid to reveal several little jars topped with plastic christmas bows. Each of the jar had betta fish in them. I know it's always a bad idea to give a present of a living thing to people for holidays or birthdays, but of course I accepted one, because I knew I'd take really good care of it. What else would I do, tell him to send it back to the pet store to live out the rest of it's measly existence in a tiny jar?
So now I am a proud owner of a ebony black betta fish. I have not yet decided on a name for him yet. I'm sure he will simply be known as Fish until something better comes to mind. I have a few errands to do this lunch, but as soon as I get back, I'll be prepping some water for him and tonight, I guess I'm taking a trip to the pet store to pick up a bigger and better home for him.