or something of the sort, has been plaguing the Betta since October.


It seems to be somewhat of a common theme around here.


So after weeks of lying around on the bottom of his bowl, Chum finally got his point across and riddled with fear that I might kill off the beloved fish, I turned on the heater.

Winter is here! I can no longer deny and the fish is no longer screaming IT’S TOO COLD IN HERE!!


Marian Frizzell said…
I'm totally with Jackson and the fish. At some point, you have to cave and turn on the heater. Sad, but true.