Against my better judgment, while my sister, mother and I were at walmart, I went off to see if they had any bettas. Having heard the awful way they're treated from people here, I prepared myself for the worst. So it wasn't a shocker to see almost all of them belly-up in their little blue cups, it was what I expected to see. I wasn't expecting the need to save each and every one of them- even though they weren't the fancy halfmoons I was thinking about- I wanted to give them a better home. It makes me sick how they're treated; I was on the brink of bringing one to my mom and begging her to spot me five dollars to save this one, even though I knew she would say no.
I saw one, one of the few active ones, and he looked so eager to see me. He flared, and started showing off, and when I picked up his cup, he started swimming around in circles. He was beautiful, orange with green- he almost sparkled. When I put him down, he kept flaring, looking at me.
Then a woman, clearly a mother, walked up to the betta shelves and bent down to look. She wrinkled her nose and looked at me, "Why are they all sleeping?" I shook my head and said, "No, ma'am. They're all dead." She laughed and said, "Ha, you know, bettas (Bay-tuhs) can live in puddles. It's where they lived in China. They sleep at the top of the water." She shook a cup, and one of the bettas stirred weakly. "See, he's fine. I'm getting two for my daughter." She lifted one of those tiny betta containers- you know the little 2 liter container divided in half? Rocking on my 15 year old heels, there wasn't much I could say. "Um, ma'am, all fish need five gallons minimum. Maybe you could divide a ten gal-" She cut me off. "I know what I'm doing. I had goldfish as a kid, they were fine in a smaller container!" She then grabbed two bettas and walked away.
-seethe- I can't get over that. Walmart wouldn't stick a dog in a 2 ft x 2ft cage and let it sit in its own poop all day. I want to save a betta or five hundred but I don't want to promote the trade.
So now, I'm not sure what to do. Should I buy from a reputable breeder and get a healthy halfmoon? Or should I go down to walmart and get a poor, sick betta and surprise him with a new home?
I saw one, one of the few active ones, and he looked so eager to see me. He flared, and started showing off, and when I picked up his cup, he started swimming around in circles. He was beautiful, orange with green- he almost sparkled. When I put him down, he kept flaring, looking at me.
Then a woman, clearly a mother, walked up to the betta shelves and bent down to look. She wrinkled her nose and looked at me, "Why are they all sleeping?" I shook my head and said, "No, ma'am. They're all dead." She laughed and said, "Ha, you know, bettas (Bay-tuhs) can live in puddles. It's where they lived in China. They sleep at the top of the water." She shook a cup, and one of the bettas stirred weakly. "See, he's fine. I'm getting two for my daughter." She lifted one of those tiny betta containers- you know the little 2 liter container divided in half? Rocking on my 15 year old heels, there wasn't much I could say. "Um, ma'am, all fish need five gallons minimum. Maybe you could divide a ten gal-" She cut me off. "I know what I'm doing. I had goldfish as a kid, they were fine in a smaller container!" She then grabbed two bettas and walked away.
-seethe- I can't get over that. Walmart wouldn't stick a dog in a 2 ft x 2ft cage and let it sit in its own poop all day. I want to save a betta or five hundred but I don't want to promote the trade.
So now, I'm not sure what to do. Should I buy from a reputable breeder and get a healthy halfmoon? Or should I go down to walmart and get a poor, sick betta and surprise him with a new home?