Betta Safe than Sorry

Hello my friends. I woke up thinking what a wonderful world we live in insofar as the internet is such an amazing tool for just about everything a person can think of. Isn't it strange that people, who you'd normally never know, much less talk to, convene and become chatty. There's always someone out there to offer themselves and rise to whatever need one has, whatever cause of the moment needs attention, or just to spend a sleepless night with.

Frank jumped to his death earlier this week. I came into work and went to feed he and Shirley when I noticed, well, there was only Shirley. My boss and I looked around and sure enough, Frank had dried out overnight and stuck, dangling, to a footstool next to his tank. He was a jumper, that Frank. He probably thought life would be better in the big pond where daily he watched, with apparent longing, the big fish swim around. How utterly astonished he must have been when he realized, oops, there ain't no water in that tank. But he had high hopes. I suppose there's a lesson to be learned from this. Suffice it to say Frank's lesson was, I suppose, "Dream big, but don't go over the wall." Frank and Shirley are, or in Frank's case, were Bettas. The divider came out and Shirley has the whole tank to herself now and Frank, well, he's in a bigger pond after all. I guess, in Shirley's case, it was betta safe than sorry.