Fight to the Death

I arrived home today to find Chrissy hard at work cleaning out our old aquarium, so after she had finished we drove to the pet store to buy some fish.

We spent a long time choosing from the many species of beautiful fish on display. After a while, we came upon a shelf with about 30 individual cups each containing a lone fish. Chrissy reached to the very back of the shelf and pulled out a small, red Betta fish, obviously on its last leg of life and instantly decided that our mission was to rescue this fish. These are fighting fish, Jack warned us, but we thought nothing of it and selected a matching blue fish as a companion.

At home, we put both fish into the aquarium, fed them and settled back to enjoy their beauty. Before long, a deadly fight ensued, causing us to hastily Google the species. Apparently, these fish, nicknamed "Siamese fighting fish" continue attacking each other, often resulting in the loser's death. We quickly separated them and vowed to never again to ignore the advice of six year old.