Sigh... Therapy Betta, to the (Maybe) Rescue.
So I went to Feeder's Supply a little while ago intending on just getting a few snails for the big tanks. But my dad went over and started looking at the bettas, and then I wanted to look at them, and we all know where the story goes from here...
I bought myself a little therapy betta. He's a double-tail, mottled blue with clear tips on his fins. He has a little piebald face for now, but it kinda looks like the blue is trying to encroach on that. He's so cute. I also bought him a Kritter Keeper, heater, plants, and little skull decoration/cave. I have these clear pebbles I got from my grandpa, and those are the substrate. It looks like a little treasure trove in there. I'll try and post pictures, but it would have to wait until tomorrow, unfortunately.
But anyway, I needed the little guy. I can't join the air force thanks to a degenerative brain condition I have. Maybe the holes up in there were the reason I thought I could in the first place... >.> But anyway, I'm now one of those losers I hate sitting around in my dad's apartment. I needed the therapy betta. Someone tell me I'm not bad for just impulse buying him because I was sad. D: I already love the little guy... He's exploring his new house and everything. IDK, I'm in a slight quandary over this. My therapy guy is causing me even more stress. >.>
“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” - Albert Einstein