My fish has gas.
That's right, gas.
You see, bettas have a tendency to overeat, and under colder temperatures, such as that of my office, their digestive tracts don't function properly. If you throw in a load of pellets, they're likely to eat themselves to death.
Well, I being the clever girl, purchased a special fish food for Monstro (alas, that is his name) that you throw in the water as a large block of bloodworm. After a course of 7 days, it dissolves dispersing food slowly. With that, I simply figured there'd be no problems. I could be lazy, and he could eat.
I walked into my cubicle the next day to find the little puddle swimmer bobbing at the surface of his fishbowl! Dead? No; still alive, to my relief...except that the skin between is abdominal scales was visible since his belly had expanded to twice its normal size. T'was a seething bubble of hot gas- hot abdominal dwelling methane gas. (And, a case of serious indigestion, no doubt.)
The air sac especially hindered Monstro's attempts to dive. I would see him occasionally swim, with utter vengeance (and obviously pissed off), to reach the bottom of the bowl where his favorite hiding spot lay. To no avail, as soon as he tuckered out from the blast of energy it took just to dive, he would soar to the surface again and commence bouyant bobbidge; his back left out to dry in the air-conditioned winds.
The fish seemed to weigh a battle with his inflated belly every other minute:
And, in this corner! Monstro! Weighing in at a gram, comes in swiftly in an effort to prevent capsizing by his terrible foe: the ferocious Gut Bubble! An opponent with ever increasing lift!
Yes. It's sad to watch the forced lean that Monstro must endure.
So, I left him in a bowl of clean water with absolutely no food. The three day fast should do him some good.
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