So we have a new betta fish now. All four of us went to the pet shop (yes, THAT one) and Jared and I picked one out that looked a good deal like the Original Gangster or "OG" as we now refer to him. While Jared and Eva looked at all the animals, Jack and I bought this Dude and I was able to hide him behind the stroller for the walk home so Eva never saw him. She knows that Dude had gotten sick and that we gave him medicine. When she got a look at this fish for the first time she said thoughtfully "Dude is little, Daddy." This is true because because when you buy a new fish they are still babies and quite a bit smaller that an adult fish. So how did my brilliant husband respond? He told Eva that Dude had lost weight because he was sick but was all better now. She seemed to think that was an acceptable answer. I have cut down drastically on what I feed this fish. In fact, twice Jared has caught a mosquito on our deck and dropped it in Dude's tank since that is what he would eat in the wild. That's basically all he's had. So far, the fish seems happy.
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