fish fight

back in november, lexa and i were wandering through the market outside tesco in suphan and we saw some betta fighting fish for sale. oh my god, what if we got some fish? that sounds awesome...but lexa's assignment was only for five months, and both of us were planning on doing about two months' worth of traveling starting in march. what would we do with our precious fish come march? surely they'd die without us, and we wouldn't travel with'em.

so, of course, we came to the next logical conclusion: they would have a fight to the death.

[michael vick jokes here, i know, i know]

tonight was the night. shit talking was flying through the air. for weeks before, people were speculating on who would win the fight. lexa and i each had our own tactics: i fed my fish, lexa didn't; i cleaned my fish cage semi-regularly, lexa hadn't cleaned her cage at all in 2010; i sweet talked my fish on a regular basis, lexa bitch slapped her fish every night before bed.*

at 8 pm on february 23, 2010, the fish fought. we flipped a coin for home court advantage. i won, so lexa fished her fish (yuk yuk) out of its cage and dropped it in mine. FIGHT ON, FISH!

at first, my fish looked like mincy kitten balls (to use an australian term). he was running away from lexa's fish, ducking behind the flower in the cage and sprinting around the edges. lexa's fish was mobbin' in the middle of the tank and just checkin' shit out like he OWNED the arena.

but it was just a tactic my fish and i had discussed before the fight, and it worked beautifully. the fish started biting at each other's fins, and at first it was a pretty even fight, but then my fish just started to pwn. he would grab lexa's fish and drag him around like a rag doll, ripping off fins whenever he felt like it just to show off his strength. at one point, lexa's fish had his side up at the top of the water and he was looking really dead. we were convinced we could call an official winner when BAM he rose from his fake slumber to attack my fish. good move, but not enough to be called a leader by any means.

there's plenty of video. don't worry.

after maybe 40 minutes we got kind of bored and started talking and watching youtube videos. it's 11 pm now, and the fish are disappointingly still alive, kickin' it in the same tank together. my fish just kind of sneak attacked lexa's, but overall, they seem pretty tired and they just kind of float around. i'm gonna go to bed pretty soon here, and i'm expecting to wake up to two dead fish in the morning. i'll keep you updated.



*UNCONFIRMED.

5:52 pm update: both fish are still alive. lexa's fish isn't moving, except for one fin. "i think he's nodding off into death."--maddy