fish

of course, the little one has an eating disorder

Posted on July 2, 2007. Filed under: fish |

So I brought home my fish yesterday and got him settled (his name is Little One). And he was great except he wouldn’t eat. I thought he was just in trauma from the move, so I tried again today and he would put the food in his mouth and then immediately spit it out. Over and over again.

Brian pointed out that of course MY fish would have an allergic reaction to food or an eating disorder — not that candida is an eating disorder, but he was making fun of Little One and me regardless. Which, I admit, is rather funny (especially since Betta fish typically don’t know when to stop eating and will eat themselves to death!). Out of all of the fish I could pick, I had to pick one that doesn’t want food or perhaps the food doesn’t agree with him.

Luckily, after a quick search online, I found that this is a common problem with a variety of solutions. The best resource I found was on this wiki.

Here’s hoping he’ll just be super hungry tomorrow.

And you know, I’ve been way happier the last few weeks and I really, honestly think it has to do with having a fish around. It’s the only thing that depends on me entirely and between Tuffy and Little One they both have so much personality (I swear the do — even though they are just fish) that you can’t help but become attached and responsible for their personal well-being. I should have got one of these guys years ago! I could have avoided a lot of boredom.

little one

Posted on June 30, 2007. Filed under: fish |

I was fish sitting for Brian while he was in Ottawa, and well, this little Betta fish (Tuffy) has so much personality. I swear it knows when I’m home and it starts swimming around frenetically and watching me. Now that he’s home, I needed to fill the void so I went and picked out my own fish (whose name is Little One). He’s not as personable just yet — but I’m hoping he’ll come around once he’s used to his new environment.

I haven’t had a fish since I was a kid and I had goldfish. I remember leaving them with my grandparents twice. The first time I think the cat got them and she replaced the fish (much to my mom’s dismay as she wanted rid of the little things). The next time she came into the kitchen and found the fish on the floor. Sad, she scooped them up and tossed them into the toilet when they started swimming around again. She had to scoop them back out of the toilet and return them to their bowl!