The Betta That Wouldn’t Die
Posted by: The Ninth in Uncategorized, tags: Actual Conversations, LifeAbout a month ago it looked like my Betta had finally gone belly-up. He was hanging in the corner of the tank. He wasn’t swimming. I got the net and was ready to scoop him out when he righted himself and swam off.
A month later and at least once a day I look at the tank and start to say “I think Fin2 has finally died”. Every time he pulls himself together and proves me wrong.
Earlier today the same thing happened. I looked again later and this time he really was on his side, oblivious to the other fish swimming around him (probably saying things like “I’m not gonna touch him. You touch him”). I said to myself “This one. This one has to be it.
“Hey, Kitti,” I said. “I think this time… never mind”.
And he’s just gone over again. One of these times he’ll mean it. Otherwise, I think he just likes sleeping on his side.
“I like our living room,” Kitti said. “It’s homely.”
“Homely?” I asked.
“Oh right. You’re homely.”
“Do you like the sofa?”
“Yes, why?”
“You’re going to be sleeping on it.”
“Score! Can I sleep in the rocking chair?”
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