So earlier this week, Noatok died. It was really sudden, and needless to say, I was very upset, and couldn't stop crying. Now my grandma doesn't mind my fish keeping, but my grandpa is somewhat adverse to it, but since he's never had to take care of them/ feed them/ etc. he doesn't complain about them too much. However, Wednesday, he did something totally unexpected-he told me to get in the car, drove me to Petco, gave me $10, and said, "Don't come out without a fish."
I stared at him for a minute and he said, "I'm serious. Go pick out a fish. Take as long as you like."
I walked out 40 minutes later, after fifteen minutes of deliberation as to whether this was a good idea (so soon after Noatok passed), another five telling myself that they all could use a good home anyway, and the rest trying to find that connection with a certain betta.
And after all that deliberation, I wound up with Phoebus.
He's a double tail with see through fins, who is so light pink that he's almost white. He shimmers blue under light, and has some (natural) brown spots on him. He's settled in pretty nicely; he's not the playboy Noatok was (Tsarina hasn't managed to get his attention yet) but he is majorly fascinated with this little blue plastic igloo I put in his tank (which was Noatok's, but I gave it a sound cleaning.) Maybe I should have named him Narcissus; He chases his reflection
Also, I haven't seen him flare. I wonder if he's as mellow as Declan (who has never flared. Ever.)
But anyway; this is one of the nicest things anyone has done for me. So even if he can't see it here, I want to want to thank him again, and tell him I love him. Really; thank you. I guess this shows that even the most predictable people are still full of surprises