Ok, I was at the lfs about an hour ago, my parents finally ensued enough trust in me to walk in there again... 
and of course went to look at the betta section. This lfs has never had a terrible rep for bettas, and all of the bettas were healthy, despite a touch of fin rot here and there. There was one deep red one, at the WAY back, with light red fins and teal irridescant mixed in. Just your standard VT, but he had these HUGE pleading eyes that just said, "please take me home, I'm going to die here, or be faced to live in a horrible little 'betta kit' that hardly holds 3 cups!" so, what can one do? My mom threw a hissy fit when I took him up to the counter. Eventually I offered to pay her back, and she pulled the "I'm gunna call your father, and tell him what your up to!" That always means trouble, and I usually lose that battle. But my old man pulled through for me and agreed if I could pay for it there was no reason not to let me buy it. So, now I have little Skittles (my mom warmed up to him on the way home, and named him) and I am just about to adjust him to his new 1.5 gallon home. He will be upgraded later to a 5 gallon, when it cycles. I'll post pics tomorrow when I can get my hands back on the camera.
and of course went to look at the betta section. This lfs has never had a terrible rep for bettas, and all of the bettas were healthy, despite a touch of fin rot here and there. There was one deep red one, at the WAY back, with light red fins and teal irridescant mixed in. Just your standard VT, but he had these HUGE pleading eyes that just said, "please take me home, I'm going to die here, or be faced to live in a horrible little 'betta kit' that hardly holds 3 cups!" so, what can one do? My mom threw a hissy fit when I took him up to the counter. Eventually I offered to pay her back, and she pulled the "I'm gunna call your father, and tell him what your up to!" That always means trouble, and I usually lose that battle. But my old man pulled through for me and agreed if I could pay for it there was no reason not to let me buy it. So, now I have little Skittles (my mom warmed up to him on the way home, and named him) and I am just about to adjust him to his new 1.5 gallon home. He will be upgraded later to a 5 gallon, when it cycles. I'll post pics tomorrow when I can get my hands back on the camera.
I am goung to have to put something between them.
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you guys rock. yep, that is exactly what she is thinking. The hilarious thing is that either he hasn't noticed her, or doesn't care. Or is playing hard to get 
