yea, I work at a small-business liquor store where most of our business is repeat customers and Barrow shipments. Almost all my customers have heard my breeding stories. I feel sorry for them. Prolly tired of me harassing them to take home some of my fishies. Lol
Cool. My co workers thought I was nuts because I had 23 bettas in a tiny 300 SQ ft. apartment (it always annoyed me that they had the nerve to charge $700/mo for it, since it was a POS in the ghetto or it would be if fairbanks had a ghetto).One coworker said she wanted one, so I went to walmart and picked up a red CT and was going to give it to her when I left. I even named him Mr Magic Mushroom..in honor of that hippie store (I always called it Mr Magic 'shrooms instead of Mr Rock N Roll). I never did give her the fish, which I'm kind of glad since he was only 1/23 to make it to NY alive. Plus she was a pretty hard core alcholic and I didn't really trust her to care for a fish, especially one of my fish.