This isn't a boring fish tale, or about magic, trust me, this is a story about a horny fish. And never in my entire life, did I guess how dedicated that could make a fish.
Anyway, back to the frantic scene where I'm running around looking for a fish. I mean, gee, I tore that room apart, because really, where could a fish go? It wasn't like this was beach front property. Nope, my babies were in goldfish bowls by my bed, surrounded by a sea of books.
So anyway, the fish had vanished. Bizarre, even at my place.
Now, I could drag this out and add tension, dialogue, you know, make it a real story-- I know how-- but I'm just going to lay it on ya. When I opened my murder mystery that night, I got a little more dead body than I bargained for. Yup. My baby was squished in the book! Horrified, I tossed her in the bowl.
Looking back, I don't know why, I tossed a dead fish into a bowl of water, I just did. One of those life's like that moments, so just go with it.
Magically, she refocused and away she went, good as new, making eyes at the hard at work bubble making male who wanted to mate and kill her. He worked even harder at his nest that night-- I think even he was impressed, and hopefully thinking twice about the whole killing her thing. In my mind, she was magical.
Did you know fish could survive in a book for 24 hours? You learn something new everyday, eh? Still, don't try this at home.
I know that in the wild these fish jump from puddle to puddle, but to survive the murderous plot of the mystery I was reading? Wow. I still marvel at how she must have timed that jump perfectly to hit my book, as I closed it. But more so, it amazes me that she survived as if nothing happened!! Wow. She didn't even ask for a shrink. Now. At this point, one can only assume, she knew her fate and was running for her life, or... well... maybe she was looking for pointers in that book about how to survive a murderous boyfriend.
Softy that I am, I decided not to spawn them and just enjoy the miracle.
Well. What the heck do I know? She jumped again that night, right into his tank. Yup. I caught her this time. That wild gal had made the leap into the bubbling Bubble's tank. Man, was he excited!
He never did kill her. In fact, I watched them closely for days, and they ever scrapped either. Just rubbed each other in a very satisfying way, enjoying life's little pleasures. I gave them some privacy after that. They never did successfully spawn. It seems, she did pick up a few things about setting her guy straight too, because every time he made his little bubble nest, she would inspect, destroy, and then watch him work his ass off remaking it, all the while teasing him with her body. Which just kept him distracted from the task at hand, or should I say, fin? Regardless, poor guy couldn't focus to get it right if his life depended on it.
Or maybe... maybe they liked the whole flirting game they had going on, and neither wanted the fun to end.
Here is a great link on how to spawn bettas successfully, because I clearly sucked at it. So did you ever do anything this crazy for a little rubbing? A few bubbles?