This is LONG, and may bore some of you! If you're not interested in fishy soap-operas and stupid humans, please forgive me, and just skip this!
Assume I Know Nothing
When I was given a beautiful turquoise betta-splendens for Mother's Day, I was told it needed no real care: just feed it a few times a week, and keep the water clean. Two days after it got here, its 1 QT bowl was frothing at the top. Thinking it to be ill, I got online, and discovered that it wanted to mate. No real care, right? After doing some research (on all the wrong sites: mostly pet-store chains) I went to the local PetCo and purchased a female that was the same color and, I was assured, would make a perfect mate. Oooo-kay. So, I also got a 2.5 gallon tank because that's the size the guy at PetCo told me I needed. Besides, even though I am on a fixed income (disability), it wasn't that expensive, and by then I had grown rather fond of the fish, even if I hadn't gotten around to finding the right name for him. I also purchased some frozen brine shrimp because that's what they recommended, and "nobody carries fresh foods."
I gave my nameless couple a week to get used to one another; I cleaned the tank, put in some bubble-wrap (which the male loved for his nest, building it to a good half inch thickness), and my blue-boy was a very happy camper; the girl was not very sociable, but it takes all kinds, right?
Meanwhile, neither fish would eat the shrimp; all it did was mess up the tanks . I donated it to a different pet store, where at least they seemed to know something about Bettas and breeding. If I were very vigiliant, the guy said, I could try breeding them in the 2.5 gal tank, but I would have to be ready to move quickly. He also had a beautiful crown-tail Betta whose coloring was perfectly matched to the male's but I didn't purchase her; I already had a female.
That day, I put the female in with the male and watched. He was a sweetheart, coming to the edge of the tank and flirting with me for food, then taking it to the female and swimming around her , then coming to the side of the tank as if to ask for my approval before returning to her. This courtship behaviour of the male went on for hours while I cooked; they seemed to be just fine. And I had tomatoes to water, so I went outside to check the garden. I was gone for 15 minutes.
When I returned, the female's fins were ripped to shreds . She was hiding on the bottom of the tank. I removed her at once, tried to clean the tank and called the fish-man. He told me it was normal behaviour, and to put the female back in-- which I did. And they appeared to be just fine ! I left them together for three days; there was no spawning, but there was an awful lot of shredded finnage and muck in the water, so I took them both out, and did a complete cleaning of the tank; then I put the female into a smaller bowl while I suffered great pangs of guilt over what would become of her.
That was when I came up with a name for the male: Markie, as in Markie de Sade.
The next day I noticed that the male, my sweetie, had nasty-looking fins: holes where there had been none before, shreds were missing! And the poor female was swimming around happily in her little bowl, blowing bubbles and showing off her lack of finnage. Maybe they hadn't spawned because he was sick! I took the male to the fish-store man.
It was my luck that another customer happened into the pet store while I was there. He breeds Bettas, and directed me to this site. He and the fish-man from the pet store examined my poor fish, which I was sure was dying of fin-rot or some exotic, incurable disease , but they both assured me that he was only suffering from a fiesty babe-- and trust me-- they really examined this fish, and even tested the water I'd brought him in! So, I purchased the crown-tail and took her home.
She was so sweet and friendly; Markie took to her instantly as she swam in a little bowl beside the larger tank. After a few days, I put the female inside an oil-lamp chimney in the bigger tank, and Markie lost all interest in her. He let his nest fall into nothingness. I was completely confizzled. I was also at my wits' end.
With nothing to lose, I decided to put the original female in with the other two: Markie was just swimming around, and Genie was in her lamp, and all of a sudden, Markie began to build a nest again-- full steam ahead! ~**~ I figured the original female couldn't get any worse than she already was, so I left them all that way for the next three days. Still no spawning. The tank was a mess. (Yes, I cleaned it every day, but wow!). At that time, I realised the male was getting beat up by the puny female again, so I took her out and did a complete cleaning. It is now 48 hours later.
Genie is in her oil-lamp glass in Markie's tank. Markie has a huge bubble-nest, and so does the nameless, finless female who beat him up, and now resides in her own little aquarium!
Could the original female be a male? Should I have named the original pair Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton? Are the males supposed to get hurt in the spawning process? Can I-- should I-- try to breed a splendens with a crown tail? I read online that it's fine, and that the CT is dominant, but I could get a mix. I no longer trust everything I read online!
I am open to suggestions-- No, I am begging for assistance. I've read pretty much everything I could find online, and I haven't seen anything that addresses this specific situation.
I refuse to be beaten by three fish!
I'm smarter than they are, right?
Myrrh