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There are certain things, like plants, that die almost immediately upon being placed in our care. Chrissy has never met a houseplant that she hasn’t killed.  As it turns out, we can add fish to this list of doomed items.  Today, Aiden’s pet fish died.  I’m not sure if, at age two, he comprehends death, but he seemed pretty unhappy about his unmoving aquatic compadre.  We pulled it out of the tank, and bagged up the corpse.

Clearly, the betta was defective when we bought it.  Aiden picked it out himself, but it was white.  Chrissy wasn’t happy with the white color, saying that bettas turn white just before they die.  A red one, or a blue one, would have been better.  Aiden’s pet fish lasted about two weeks, just under the fifteen day return policy.  Petco was pretty good about letting us exchange the dead one for a new one.

We announced a “fish malfunction” to the girl at Petco, and she showed us to the “Wall o’ Bettas” to choose a replacement.  There were about twenty of them in their own little plastic containers, and they all looked healthy.  Aiden wanted to hold each container himself, so I let him peruse a bit before making a choice.  Eventually, he got distracted by a bunny and walked off with a nice red fish with a fanned tail.  Let’s wish this one luck!