I don't know what possessed me, but I bought a Siamese Fighting fish this weekend.
Some of you out there may remember my previous experiences with keeping fish. It was that time when I thought I could maintain a goldfish.
The first one I got was Biscuit who died the night I brought her home. Then I got Hitler (he had a little Hitler moustache) and HE didn't last the night either.
So I gave up on goldfish because it started to freak me out - all that death and flushing.
Well now I went and got myself a very dark blue fish with a few dark red markings. Very fierce looking fish, fits right into the 'hood.
Plus he likes watching tv with me. I was watching the Pats game today and I look over to the fish and he is watching the game intently. Not only that but when the Pats scored a touchdown he swam around giddy like a schoolgirl. GO PATS!
However I cannot for the LIFE of me thinik of a suitably fierce name for the little bugger.