I took Bluebs (named by fellow employees with a nod to mine) home in a plastic jug. He has been on a counter in the kitchen and he was not happy. Sat on the bottom of the jug looking grumpy. Jostled to my house and jostled back, poured back into his bowl - he immediately started swimming around and doing his fish dance - lots of wiggles and swirls - begging for a treat - dried worms.

I have new cubicle mates and they are not used to me chatting with the fish. He resonds to my voice and needs company. Plus, like my cats, it took no time at all to figure out how to get a treat.

He has more than doubled his size since December - I must be doing something right.

Bright blue Betta with white tips on his dangly bits. Very handsome.