There must be a way, though I haven't figured it out yet, to permit oneself to visit Aquabid (to "go fishin'") without feeling seriously tempted by the fishes or excluded from partaking in what should be a fun ritual. Perhaps the thought that one is not looking at baubles or ornaments, but living beings who need love and care, can forestall the urge to press a button and send a fish hurtling through real space and time. It almost has to be prohibitively expensive, to prevent all but deliberate decisions. Someone mentioned the perils of PetCo and PetSmart--or portions thereof--and I know I can't visit those parts of the store, or the wanting will start, a small voice that says, "Look at me!" I think these places appeal in part because they feel like our very own personal betta show, any day of the week. And if we postpone our inclinations and wait to visit a real betta show, there is always the danger there of feeling the pull of that special fish. It's a real quandary.