Fish are friends, not instruments in generational warfare. I've never owned a fish, but from what I hear, it's like having any other type of pet. You get attached. They become like family. Sure, they're tiny and you can't pet them, but I'm sure they offer emotional support in their own special way. Like anything you're charged to take care of, they become a part of your routine. So when a family member messes with your fish, that's round one in the battle soon to come.
That's exactly what happened in this story when a boy's aunt messed with the wrong betta fish. I'm all for revenge, but this story ruffled a few feathers (or should I say gills). Some folks thought it was the perfect eye for eye, others thought it was an indicator of psychopathy. I lean a little toward the latter, but I'm not the ultimate arbiter of good taste. What do y'all think?
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