I used to feel like WalxMart was the worst of the worst, but yesterday I nearly killed.
There's this store I'd never been into. Petland, they call it. And I walk in for thermometers, and because I'm curious. Very curious, by nature.
So, I find the fish. Unfortunately...
They keep their bettas in cups, 2.5 inches in diameter, 3 inches high. I just measured.
It's awful! Most of the boys were bigger than that. One could barely move, and the rays in his tail are all bent at a right angle where they grew into the plastic. One was completely pine-coned, but not quite dead, and another was in a vase about the size of a PetCo cup, but twice as tall, with an inch of water in it.... Needless to say, he couldn't move either, and I stood there until an employee saw me and asked if I needed help. I said, "Yes. These guys all need water. Now" and he got all defensive and said, "Actually they don't need much water" but added, after I felt my face turn purple "But I'll get them some more in just a minute"
He actually didn't intend to, but I was still standing there when he tried to slide by 10-15 minutes later. I watched him add water for everyone, and he was all surly about it, I wanted to slap him.
But the -one- dragon they had (obviously he was in a vase because he was pretty like that) still couldn't swim. Every one of his fins was so curled that he had no coordination.
I brought three home. Two, because they called to me, and the third because the discount for 3 made him practically free. My boyfriend had to pick him, though. I never bring home fish that don't call out to me... I feel that it's very important never to keep a living being (plants included) that didn't instantly infect your heart. So I was having a hard time choosing who else to rescue when my boyfriend came looking for me, took one look and said "That one"
Last edited by Chuckee; 12-02-2012 at 05:34 PM.
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