I know what you’re thinking, “Why is a convicted fish killer allowed to own a fighting fish?”

In my defense, my roommate in Beijing was supposed to help me take care of my two goldfish (Jin and Hei) when I went away for the weekend to Dalian (thankfully one of the two survived). My message was obviously lost in translation because I found one very dead fish being nipped by the other obviously hungry fish. Mind you, even before I left them for the weekend, I expected the little Hei to die soon because the much more dominant and bigger Jin kept head-butting Hei and chasing the poor thing around the bowl.

In the case of the dead fighting (aka betta) fish, I blame the crazy Beijing winter. I didn’t put it near the heater like my friends because, they might have possibly boiled their fishies to death… But I suspect the fighting fish I got might have actually enjoyed the sauna…

I must also blame the fact that the poor little fighting fish had to endure a 10-15min walk from the Lotus shopping complex back to my dorms in the freezing cold of Beijing winter, as well as being jostled around when I had to avoid bicycles, cars, people, potholes and uneven pavements.

Okay, so enough of the pointing fingers. At the end of the day, C let me have one of his babies! And after a week, Small Fry has his? beautiful blue/aqua/teal colouring! The actual colour depends heavily on the time of day, temperature, angle, and if I make Fry angry.

Happy 2wks and many more to come! =)