Life in the Land of Dreamy Dreams

…and while it’s true that he’s not likely to clean up after it, neither does my daughter, so six of one, half a dozen of the other, right?

Anyway, I’ve learned that Zulu being bored is a bad thing. The more he has to occupy him the better. He’s happier, and less nippy so I get to keep more of my blood on the inside, which I’ve come to appreciate is a good thing.

I’ve read in several places that parrots love to watch aquariums and lava lamps, which I remembered while in Walmart (okay, I know they’re the devil, dammit) walking past the saddest array of fish ever. Quite a few dead ones down the bottom of the tanks, with the live ones desperately trying to keep their distance way up at the top. To the side were these little containers with the beta fish, each one quarantined in about half a cup of water.

Behind me were boxes of 1 gallon tank setups for $9.97 (what is it with Wally-world and their .97? Are we supposed to feel like it’s a huge bargain, lopping off those 2 cents?). The beta was like $2. Add in the food and gravel, and for under $20, Zulu’s got his very own screen saver.

Meet… Barry Beta!

I rather suspect Barry’s going to have a short life span. Having gotten him home, I notice he has some sort of a fin issue, and I’m not sure about his will to live- he seems a little depressed. But whatever life he’s got has got to be better than what he’s had so far, right? A mission of mercy, really.

And so far, Zulu is fascinated. A little concerned, but very interested. He’s staying on his far perch and watching closely, bobbing and weaving his head to keep an eye on the goings on.

Hopefully the lengths of Barry’s lifespan, Zulu’s interest, and my tank cleaning tolerance will end at about the same time.

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