So, I recently went on a long vacation out-of-country. While I was out, I got it into my head that it was impossible for me to have the betta I left back home, but if I saw one I liked abroad, I'd nab it and call it my own.
I got lucky, he'd only been in the shop for a few hours before I found him. He's a skinny-ish little marble veiltail with a spotty tail. He won't flare yet, but I came home today and he'd built a bubble nest. Oo
He's in a temporary home now, a little plastic pet carrier thing. I'm going to move him to a 1.25G here in the future, and possibly a 2.5 or 10G later.
My red veiltail, Sori, is going to sit right where he is, at my desk. I like him there (he seems to thrive on attention, too) -- but this little guy, as yet unnamed, is going to be elsewhere in my bedroom.
You shoulda seen me lug him around the airport. "Are you dead, fish?" *blup* "Good fishy, don't die now." So I lugged him from one state to another, on a jet, in a little plastic box and bag. I was one determined owner.
I got lucky, he'd only been in the shop for a few hours before I found him. He's a skinny-ish little marble veiltail with a spotty tail. He won't flare yet, but I came home today and he'd built a bubble nest. Oo
He's in a temporary home now, a little plastic pet carrier thing. I'm going to move him to a 1.25G here in the future, and possibly a 2.5 or 10G later.
My red veiltail, Sori, is going to sit right where he is, at my desk. I like him there (he seems to thrive on attention, too) -- but this little guy, as yet unnamed, is going to be elsewhere in my bedroom.
You shoulda seen me lug him around the airport. "Are you dead, fish?" *blup* "Good fishy, don't die now." So I lugged him from one state to another, on a jet, in a little plastic box and bag. I was one determined owner.