We got a new addition to our little family today. In other words, I have someone new to look after! BWAH! (Can you tell I'm excited? I started "nesting" years ago, and I never got over it. I love looking after things. I love loving things. Can't help it.)
We got a Betta fish. I knew next to nothing about Betta fish. I just knew they were pwitty and I wanted one.
I would have gotten a plant instead, because plants are also pwitty. Our apartment, however, gets zero sunlight. It means certain doom for whatever plants cross into our house.
As we were walking out with our very own betta, Ryan asked me what I wanted to name it. Once upon a time, I wanted to get several goldfish and name them Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail after certain adorable bunnies. This never happened. Besides, I wanted a Betta fish. And although I don't know much about Betta fish, I did know that they are not to be housed together. Otherwise, they eat each other. Nom nom nom.
So, it was clear I could only get one Betta fish, and I could not name it Flopsy, Mopsy, and/or Cottontail. Then my husband suggested I name it after my favorite philosopher.
The Betta fish's name? Plato. Because I have a very acute sense of irony.
I have named a very small and very insignificant (in the cosmic sense) fish after one of the greatest philosophers of all time.
All along, the plan has been for Plato to live on our new bookshelf, which we also purchased today. It's beautiful and black and we got it for 25 buckaroos at Walmart. Anyway, Plato now lives very happily with Arisototle, Plato, and Ayn Rand. We got such a kick about Plato living with Aristotle that we decided it was only fitting that he live alongside his namesake.
Ain't he cute?
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