Here is (brave) Sir Robin!
(bravely) attacking a piece of flake food...
(bravely) circling another flake before moving in for the kill...
I wanted to get a nice photo of him with his fins all fanned out and doing his "I'ma kick your fucking ass into the next pond" display, except Robin doesn't have an "I'ma kick your ass" display.
Because he's a pussy fish (Vaginus ichthus).
I held my finger up to the tank. He swam away.
I held my hamster up to the tank. He was strangely interested (kept following Bluto around as Bluto circled the tank looking for sunflower seeds), but not agressive.
I held a mirror up to the tank. This will get 'im for sure, thought I. Bettas are territorial, and when they percieve another male in their territory, will display aggresively. If two males actually come into the same bit of water, they will fight, often to the death.
(My old betta, Klingon, kicked my friend Betsy's betta's ass. I felt bad for Betsy, but I was so proud of my little aquatic warrior. It was a complete accident, mind. It's not like we were making them fight. It just happened, and it just so happened that my fish thrashed her fish. Hee hee.)
So I held a mirror up to the tank, and...
...he hid in his treasure chest.
I am feeling rather like the father of the gay prince in Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
(Me: Go on! Kill him! Kill him and take his pond! He's got HUGE... tracts of duckweed!
Sir Robin: But I don't want that! I want to sing!...)
Anyway, he's a happy little guy.
Ooh, look! He's blowna bubble nest! Horny little scaled bastard.When mating, the male betta builds a bubble nest, and after copulation with the female the fertilized eggs float in the sticky bubbles for protection. That he blew bubbles so soon after moving in to his new tank shows that a) he's happy, feels that this is definately his territory, and is ready to get on with life, and b) that he very much wants to get laid.
So basically like every other male i know. Ok then.