I think Betta fish are sort of cool. Not completely cool, because completely cool would be kind of weird. But they are sort of cool. They are also able to swim around in a glass cup with absolutely NOTHING to do and still have fun. Or maybe they don’t have fun. I guess we’ll never know because we cannot read their minds. So I suppose if we were ever able to read their minds then we would know. But until then we won’t know squat. My sister killed a Betta fish that she had once. She was told that she only should feed it two pellets a day and every once and a while she could give it a bloodworm treat. But she thought that since the dog eats food during the day and can have many treats if people give it to her (although they shouldn’t) that she could give her fish that many treats. But the problem with that is the treats are the size of the full meal pellet itself, so giving the fish one treat is like a full meal. She has given the dog up to 7 treats a day before without it having any problems because the treats are MUCH smaller than a full meal. However, the bloodworm treats for her Betta fish are the size of a meal, so giving the Betta fish 7 treats would be over feeding it. Which she did, and it died. Now she knows better.
She got another fish a few days later and it has been completely fine since then, and it is even a lot more animated than the other one, so either it’s just taking steroids and can handle all the bloodworm treats, or she learned to feed her fish correctly. I’m guessing it’s probably the latter, although I really think it would be epic awesome if it was the former. I want to know what a fish on heroin would be like. It would probably be bashing against the side of the fish tank going: “Bella, Bella! I need you!” But I think that it would be very disappointed to find out that she was nowhere to be found.. or more likely, she probably fell over on her way to the fish tank by tripping over her own knees and then smashed her head against the side of the fish bowl, effectively gashing her brain in with a large shard of wet, slimy, covered-in-bacteria-y glass. Then the fish would fall out as the water poured out like that much grog down the hatch of a Russian sailor, and it would fall to her side and die beside its own, personal brand of heroin.
That’s another thing, WHY HEROIN? Can’t Edward be more romantic and use something more archaic? Like: “You are my own brand of Chinese grown opium!” Or maybe more realistic, like: “You are my own personal brand of acid, which makes me hallucinate that you are not a complete klutz with a brainwave of roughly half the activity of a flatline.”
