Why is this beta fish in a measuring bowl, you ask?
Easy answer. Chad dropped the fishbowl while cleaning it last night.
Right after he had refilled it to the top with clean water. And yes, the fish was in the water.
So he grabbed for the fish to rescue it, sliced his knuckle on the broken bowl, and ended up with four stitches and prescription pain meds at 11pm.
That left me at home, with the mess. Do you know how hard it is to clean up a gallon of water as it pours all over the counter and onto the floor, when it's mixed with gravel and shards of glass, and the counter is still covered with dinner dishes?
So after the copays for the ER and the meds, I now have to go buy the darn thing a new bowl and gravel... this fish is no longer a cheap pet, let me tell you.
But the fish is ok. And Chad will be fine.