So I go to PetSmart to get Livingston, my male betta, some more water conditioner, and oops! Look what happened...

Yes, I've adopted a female crowntail betta, Lolly. Is it my fault that they put the new bettas right under the betta supplies? Can I help it that she wiggled and danced and insisted she come home with me right away?

Clearly not.

Of course I can't have the two of them together (there's a reason they're called Siamese fighting fish) so $2.50 turned into $25 and...you know how it goes.

The boys like her. Well, to be exact, Livingston was outraged that there was this thing! this OTHER FISH! on his counter for the love of cod! "Mummah, did you see that!?! I will save you!!! ROAR!" *fluffs self up*

But, that was to be expected from a species that kills its own kind and eats its young, and, hey, why else would I put a fish by the front door if not to guard from tiny iridescent intruders. At least it gave him a break from his boredom for a few minutes before I placed them in opposite corners. And I got the added benefit of watching him prance around the rest of the night after "scaring her away", The Winnah, his flowing blue locks floofed in a particularly Bob-Marleyesque arrangement.

Then I put Lolly down on the bench to introduce her to Lex. Lex is mostly the sit-and-observe type, but after she rushed the wall, he had to get a closer look. He leaned over the top (it's screened) to check her out... and she splashed him. Then she was like, "Oh yeah?! OH YEAH?!?!?!?!" and kept threatening him every time he moved. Hilarious!

She is a feisty one.

Eventually she'll have to learn to stay still for the camera...