Day 49 - Uh, helloooooo it’s getting a little dirty in here.
Life outside has been interesting lately, the two humans have been in my room a lot the last few days. They’ve been watching a bunch of TV, and the female has been on the couch way more than usual. I hope everything is okay. A couple of days ago I went quite a while without any food, and when the large one (male), fed me, I literally attacked my food.
Mmm. I love those Hikari Bio-Gold pellets! It’s the crunchiness that makes them so good. Don’t get me wrong, I like bloodworms too and have fun “hunting” those when I’m treated to them, but on a daily basis I look forward to my Hikari pellets.
In other news, I made the biggest bubblenest yet. A new personal record is always a good thing. I also heard a rumor that I might get a large tank down the road, I’m not holding my breath. Hahahaha.
It’s been a while since my last entry, but I’ve been very busy lately. After my tank was freshened, I again tried to dig my way out, but to no avail. I did it more out of boredom than anything else. The food has remained high quality, and I’ve decided to try to nip the fingers of the humans that continue to feed me. The female gets nervous when I do it, hehehehe and she tends to just throw in the food. The male, however, doesn’t seem affected by my aggressiveness. In fact, he seems to like teasing me by poking his finger in the tank if I try to nip.
Needless to say I don’t bother jumping at him much. Other than that, life in the tank is great. I do my laps, munch on food and sleep in the tree. All with a grand view too of the hustle and bustle of a home.
Day 28 - I haven’t written in the journal in a while, mainly because it’s been busy around here. I had to completely recreate my bubble nest, thanks to a freshening of my water supply. I’m thankful though. The water wasn’t murky or anything (I have friends stuck in dirty old vases) but let’s just say I have to poop where I eat, and after a while that’s just not cool. Fresh water makes me happy, even if it’s a little stressful getting in and out of the tank.
Speaking of that, those humans aren’t too bright. I realize I have a natural tendency to squirm, but I’m really not that hard to hold on to. How I ended up on a counter for a minute, I’ll never quite understand.
At least I got blood worms after that!
Day 17 - I had a dream last night. It involved various females. That’s all I’m saying to keep it PG around this Journal, just in case anyone ever reads it. I’ll continue to blow bubbles for the bubble nest. If nothing else, it seems to amuse the two humans endlessly.
Day 14 - Oh how I love this little green plant. I’ve turned it into quite a little bed when I sleep. There are a couple of upper branches that work out perfectly, so that I don’t have to go too far to the surface to get air. It’s also fun to swim through. I’ve work out a course that keeps me fit, while I wait for my next meal or next visit from the two humans.
Although, for the life of me I don’t understand why they keep tapping on my tank. It wakes me up out of a sleep, and frankly, when I’m dreaming of blood worms, I’d rather not wake up. Those two seemed to do a lot of lounging yesterday, and from what I could see they were watching that box up to my left. It had a lot of yellow characters on it, and some “Dough” sound. But, I don’t think it was a cooking show. Generally, when the male human is watching cooking it’s a female will really big gestures and a loud voice.
Either way, I wish they’d stop waking me up when I’m sleepy!
Day 8 - I must have been dreaming yesterday. For a few, brief moments, there were hundreds of blood worms in my tank. That’s right, HUNDREDS. But, sadly, the male captor took most of them away. The female laughed at him while he scooped them out. I also didn’t appreciate the couple of pokes he gave me to keep me away from my feast.
I did, however, get some extra water added to my tank, so I can actually swim over the plant again. Most of my bubbles were destroyed, though, so at least I have something to keep me busy for the next few days. Oh yes, one other thing. The captors have rearranged some things out in the room. One tree was replaced, and some other things put away. I wonder what that was about?
Day 4 - It’s Day 4 here in captivity, although I’m starting to realize that my so called “captors” might actually be my rescuers in a sense. Sure, I’m not in a Taiwanese rice patty, but this place is pretty good. There’s plenty of food, and there is lots to look at from outside my holding area. So good in fact, I started making bubble nests. Granted, there aren’t any females around, but I could do with out the stress of that anyway. Frankly, Betta love is a little violent for my tastes.
My rescuers are generally only home in the evenings, except for the large one, he seems to show up around midday and usually gives me a snack. Those brownies are pretty darn good. Even better, on special occasions I’ve been served blood worms, which are making my fins and scales healthy again. And, to top it all off, I don’t think I’ve been in clearer water.
With my situation stabilizing, I’ll report more about what I can see from here as the days go by.
P.S. - I need to get a better photo taken, I look awful from that side.
Day 2 - I’ve decided to keep a journal of my activities and that of my captors. One is a large fellow, and very pale. The other is a thin, tall and beautiful human female, with long dark hair. So far they haven’t been mean, so I’m waiting to pass judgment on them for a few weeks.
I arrived two days ago, in a stressful transport from my previous captors, where I resided in a much smaller body of water, also known as a small plastic cup. I’ve been biding my time for a few weeks there, plotting my escape until these two came along. The nearby tank of Zebra fish would have been perfect. I could have jumped my way through various tanks, until I reached my final destination, albeit an unpleasant one, the toilet where I planned to have my rabbit friend, James flush me to freedom.
However, on the eve of my planned escape my current captors swept me away and now keep me in a tightly secured facility. It could be worse though, this place is much, much larger than my previous home. There’s also a plant, although I cannot figure out the variety since it isn’t giving off any scent and it certainly didn’t taste good when I tried to munch it on Day 1. Perhaps it’s best left providing me a hiding spot, when I don’t want the large fellow looking at me. It’s a little chilly for my liking, but I stay active. In a fit of rage on Day 1, I tried, in vain, to dig out of here through the rocks below. Of course when I came to my senses, I realized that I shouldn’t try that, even if I were home in a rice patty. What am I going to do, dig through the entire earth?
For now, I leave you. My plans were foiled, but this new place isn’t horrible. The captors even fed me bloodworms last night. Perhaps they were trying to make me feel more at home, or maybe (I just had a horrible thought) they’re fattening me up for dinner…
So, my girlfriend and I have a new addition to the household, Charlie the Betta Fish. Charlie lives in a lime green plastic topped bowl, with lime green rock and a nifty little fake plant. The good news about Charlie’s home is the lid, which will prevent him from committing suicide like my old Betta, Mayor Ed Koch did a few years ago.
Charlie’s a little weird, which is fitting. He’s everything from blue & purple to red. He dug a hole in the rocks overnight, and he squirms around quite a bit. It’s not typical Betta behavior from my experience, but not unheard of either. He’s pretty cool about it thought, and he’s getting less shy as he acclimates to his new home. He looks out over the family room a whole lot, I guess he doesn’t care for the white trim or gray wall behind the tank too much. And, when I go up to the tank, he comes around to say hello.
I’ll put a picture on the site of Charlie and his new home soon.
Family | Bill | 
February 26, 2008 7:52 am | 
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