How did you get addicted to bettas? Post your stories here!
What got you into bettas? Why do you keep fish? How far has the addiction escalated? I thought it would be interesting to hear how everyone began in this queer hobby :)
So here is my story.
My first betta was "blue". Just your run of the mill royal blue Vt with fins curled from being kept in hard water. I didn't want a responsibility back then, especially not one that would survive up to a few years. But what can I do? it was a gift.
I had a tall 1/2 gallon Jar, in which I kept an anubias and the betta went in there. I began reading up on the species and became fascinate with their myriad of needs. I felt more knowledgeable already. I bought him a 1g mini bow, more plants and better food.
Blue is still alive today, various things happened an he was adopted out to an art firm in NYC.
Today, I have Just one betta - Kuro. He still has some growing to do. I feel closer to Kuro, probably because I raised him from a baby. He is like a mischieveous child. Sometimes I certainly feel like some how sticking my hands in the tank and give him a slap reserved for naughty kids.
Having an aquarium- especially a planted on, is my stress relief. being the absurd college student I am. taking the maximum amount of credits allowed, taking care of my mini aquarium and singular fish, somehow drains the stress away.
I really don't intend to keep more than one betta. though I must admit t'a temptig everytime I see a lethargic baby betta at petco, or an emaciated crowntail with faded colors just pleading for me to bring him back to his full brilliance.
But then i remind myself sadly that I have no more room, and no one else to adopt it out to once recovered. and I always walk away, empty handed.