Join Date: May 2014
Location: Melbourne, Australia
Ok. Like you, I had a moment of weakness, but in my case, it was for someone else. I bought them a pair of bettas, one male and one female, but by the next day, it was apparent that the male needed more than one female or she would be worn out very quickly!! So we bought two more females. One was so pale, she looked pure white in the shop. She was so tiny and so sweet, I had to get her. Turned out not to be so sweet, and to cut a long story short, we ended up with just the male and the pale female. The other two females were casualties of sexual jealousy, I think.
Unfortunately, the person I bought the fish for lost interest in the female fairly quickly, so I inherited her. I had never really bonded with the male anyway. He was a sexual predator, who made any female housed with him so exhausted and terrified that I would have to rescue them - literally at death's door in the case of my little white one - after no more than 24 hours, so I guess even his exquisitely beautiful purple and claret fronds weren't enough to endear him to me.
My 'sweet' little girl, once I rescued her from where she was lying, exhausted and barely breathing on the plants at the surface of her tank after a single night with the male betta, has flourished. Her white body gradually turned pale blush pink, then her fins and tail turned pale blue, then she developed rows of symmetrical black spots all over her body, and finally her blue fins and tail became pearlescent - they now look like a mother-of-pearl shell. She is adorable. And so very beautiful.
Her name is Daphne.
Like you, I was told she could live in a tiny container, but it soon became clear that the one-litre wide-mouthed vase she was in was insufficient. She is now in a 15-litre cylindrical container, with a large water plant rooted in blue glass beads and providing lots of surface cover for her. She adores playing in her plant, squeezing herself between a stem and the glass for example, or doing figures-of-eight around sections of the plant. Sometimes she sleeps on her plant, at the surface, and when she's given a piece of bloodworm cube, she likes to attack it and drag it down into a frond an inch or two under the water, where she can guard her booty and nibble at her leisure.
I had no idea fish could be so inquisitive and active and responsive and just plain cute, until I met this betta. She has totally won my heart.
Last edited by sweetie; 05-29-2014 at 06:59 AM.
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