He came in a tiny tupperware container with a $4 price tag, the last lonely betta fish on the Petco shelf. The brainchild of my partner’s love language, gifts, and mine, animals. He was to be my office companion, but then the pandemic happened, so he took up residence in the corner of the living room. He goes by “Mitchell,” “bud,” “bug,” “sea monster,” “anger fish,” “rage machine,” and “him.” They’re known as Siamese Fighting Fish for a reason, and this one wakes up on the wrong side of the bed every day. Every. Day. We loved him immediately. Stuck at […]
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