On our way home from grocery shopping today, James and I ran across a small pet shop. I'm immediately critical of fish sections if I see lots of algae growth, dead fish in the tanks, overcrowding, etc., but the tanks were very clean, and only a few had too many occupants. They had three or four male bettas in stock, and, as some of you may recall, I used to keep bettas all the time when I lived Stateside. Anyway, the blue delta looked like the healthiest of the lot, but he was self-obsessed and not too bright (i.e. couldn't seem to see anything except his own reflection in the back wall of the tank and spent all his time chasing himself back and forth, back and...yeah). There were a couple pale pinkish ones with burgundy fins, but they were dull-eyed and listless. That left the attentive-looking one who was busy hiding in an eye-level cave, but nonetheless peering out with interest, because he'd clearly been bullied a bit by the swarm of sword-tails with whom he was stuck sharing a flat.
Orpheus came home with me. I'll get a picture of him later when our camera is working.