So I figured the way I ended up with my current fish was so unique that it is worth telling. It was at my cousins stag & doe party and they had him there in a bowl. The contest that was supposed to take place was a draw, and whoever was drawn had to EAT the fish...alive and whole. so of course everyone got soooo drunk and forgot about the so I decided to take him home. As we were walking out the door my very drunken cousin stuck his hand in the bowl and tried to get him to eat him...

But he gave up and my shocked, severly stressed fish made the hour and a half journey home in a crowded car in a bowl barely half full. But that was about 9 months ago and Jason (named after my cousin who tried to eat him) is thriving in a very clean habitat.