BettaMomma
Fish Aficionado
The 22nd betta that I've drug home thus far came home with me today.
He made a 50+ mile trip home with me from WalMart in Lake Delton, WI.
Not sure if I can even say that word in this forum anymore, but who cares - I can at least tell you where I got him from.
I basically had 7 near dead boys to choose from. Sam was one of those colorless, lifeless bodies that nobody in their right mind would pick up to take home - ESPECIALLY if it cost three dollars and fourty seven cents. It seemed as if the only body part he could move was his eyeballs and he kept looking at me - he was resting against the side of his cup. I put him into my little basket and immediately checked out. I held him in my hand the entire trip home. Never once in the entire 45 minute trip did he come up for air. I stopped along the way and dumped out some water for him so he only had about 3/4" water, but he still never came up for air.
He's acclimating in his little cup on the kitchen counter as I type this. It's going to be a very long process before he goes into his new little home. I came right home and carefully dosed out some Maracyn 2 and got a little 1/2 gallon tank set up for him. It's got only about an inch and a half of water and I stole a big sprig of cabomba from my girls for him. They gladly agreed to give it up.
I don't have very high hopes for him to make it through the night, but if that is the case - at least this way the little guy will get to die comfortably, knowing that somebody loved him for just a little while and he will not have to die without having been given a name.
I thought of the name Sam as I drove out of the parking lot.
He made a 50+ mile trip home with me from WalMart in Lake Delton, WI.
Not sure if I can even say that word in this forum anymore, but who cares - I can at least tell you where I got him from.
I basically had 7 near dead boys to choose from. Sam was one of those colorless, lifeless bodies that nobody in their right mind would pick up to take home - ESPECIALLY if it cost three dollars and fourty seven cents. It seemed as if the only body part he could move was his eyeballs and he kept looking at me - he was resting against the side of his cup. I put him into my little basket and immediately checked out. I held him in my hand the entire trip home. Never once in the entire 45 minute trip did he come up for air. I stopped along the way and dumped out some water for him so he only had about 3/4" water, but he still never came up for air.
He's acclimating in his little cup on the kitchen counter as I type this. It's going to be a very long process before he goes into his new little home. I came right home and carefully dosed out some Maracyn 2 and got a little 1/2 gallon tank set up for him. It's got only about an inch and a half of water and I stole a big sprig of cabomba from my girls for him. They gladly agreed to give it up.
I don't have very high hopes for him to make it through the night, but if that is the case - at least this way the little guy will get to die comfortably, knowing that somebody loved him for just a little while and he will not have to die without having been given a name.
I thought of the name Sam as I drove out of the parking lot.