And then came Bomber

We had another fish die earlier this week. She was a sweet little black and white fish we'd had for over a month.

Because we're not big on furry animals in the house, fish are the only pet Alyssa's ever known. She wasn't nearly as upset over the demise of the latest fish as she was over the first. We'd had that first fish for almost a year.

Anyway, today, we headed back to Meijer and looked at the fish. And this time...we actually got a helpful accociate working with us. She explained which fish work in the bowl we have and which ones need a bubbling tank.

Sadly, the fish we had last time...needed a bubbling tank. We have a fish bowl. I feel awful that we sentences that poor fish to die a slow death of asphyxiation. This time, we came home wtih a blue and red betta. He's been deemed "Bomber" by Alyssa. Her school mascot is the Bomber, so that's cute and neat and I'm proud of her for not naming him Bluey.

We're hoping Bomber fares better than Lily, Lillian, Lillianna and Molly. I know, but Alyssa's only eight, remember?

Bomber is feisty so far. He likes to hide behind Gary the snail that sits that the bottom of his bowl.

Alyssa has already reminded us all not to put a mirror in front of Bomber for fear he'll smash himself to death trying to get at his reflection.

Speaking of furry pets, though...I'm still working on Tom and that kitten for Alyssa's 9th birthday. I hope the kitten that Alyssa picks out likes to watch fish but not eat them. That would be...unpleasant.