I had an amazing day today. I cannot say that often (severe depression kind of does that to you). But, of course, I ended up at Petco. How can I stay away? I mean, I knew I wanted to get a sickly betta...
I just didn't expect it to be this hard... This is a Petco I hadn't been to. I am used to fairly healthy and active bettas at the Petsmart and Petco in my town. The Petco by my aunt's place? It is an absolute hell hole. Finrot, SBD, emanication, death everywhere. It is also the most understaffed and disorganized store I've ever been to.
I fell in love with a beautiful dragon HM. It was the most majestic blue I have ever seen. But the others begged me to give them a chance.
Begged.
I wanted them all. And I only had room for one. I spent two hours agonizing over which betta to get. Almost had a freaking breakdown because I walked away for a couple of minutes and came back to find one of the more sickly ones gone. Thought the fish guy had came back and thrown him out. But someone had just shoved to the back of the shelf.
This guy was the one that stole my heart...
I got him instead...