Once again I have a Betta fish – though after the last one I had grown cold on the idea of having a fish in my office (to the point where I got rid of all the tanks and supplies I had used on my previous underwater companions).
But a trip this past weekend to Aquatropics with my in-laws, and I saw this beautiful fellow. I bought a new tank, and freeze-dried blood worms, and got him set up in my office. Maybe having him there will encourage me to be in my office more. And maybe if I’m in my office more, I’ll be more compelled to work on those writing projects I keep putting off.
So, I guess he’s a muse of sorts?
Anyway, I named him Narcissus because the first few times I fed him, he didn’t notice the food right away for hanging out at the curved side of his tank admiring his reflection.
* Why yes that is a Faulkner reference in the title of this post. Congrats to those who noticed, and if you are concerned no, my fish is very much alive (as is my muse).