So I have had to endure a semester in college with three horrible roommates: one was a kleptomaniac, the other two on cocaine, heroin, LSD, etc. They decided to torture me in the most creative ways possible for the kicks. They ruined my clothes, stole from me, and destroyed my possessions. But here's what will really make you (and me) upset... but it also says a LOT about how durable Bettas really are.
This is Versace. He is my prized possession... I love him to death. Yes, an aquabid purchase that cost me $70. My roommates realized how much I dote on him, and decided to make him the next victim. They proceeded to pour soap, trash, and vomit into his tank.
Here's the incredible thing... HE SURVIVED. I must have gotten him out in time. But it really goes to show you how strong these little guys and gals are...
I got my boy out of that room, transferred him to a "baby Betta" keeper, and put him in a friend's room until I could move out. Unfortunately Versace chewed his tail to bits from all the stress, and he is nearly tailless now, but I love him all the same. His tank was not salvageable, so Santa is bringing him a belated Christmas present today... a brand new 2.5gal (please hold back the criticism... it is all I can afford).
Residence life at my University took such pity on me that now Versace and I live happily in our very own studio apartment on campus. So, happy ending to all the trauma.
But seriously... was this a miracle or was it not?