My mom and I both had "betta virus" 12-13 years ago (pre-marriage for me). On top of twelve cats we had fifteen betta boys. I was the queen of "but Mo-o-ooom, it's just one more!!" when we hit the pets store. The population dwindled down to just two when I got married, at which time I got to work on making human babies. A temporary cure because...
11 years and three kids later, here I am. I haven't even bought the first betta yet and have decided we'll be getting at least four. The first will be mine, and my 8 year old daughter wants one, too. Then my mom reminded me that she still has all those old tanks just sitting in her back room... So my 10 year old son wants one. And (quote) "Ohmygosh Mama, if we each have one the baby one needs one too!!!!" *double puppy dog eyes* (end quote) At which point the littlest (she's 2) pointed to the tank I'm setting up and squealed, "I get fishy too??" I'm such a softie I agreed.
Thankfully no school this week so the boy and older girl spent today washing out old tanks and rinsing gravel. Tomorrow we'll be setting them up and The girl wants to divide her tank and get two - because she can't decide whether she wants a CT or a HM so why not both?? The boy just wants a bright red one. The baby will be getting whatever brother and sister choose for her, hehe.
And my husband? He initially grumbled about the added cost, but when he got home from work he checked to make sure the thermometer in my tank is doing its job. Then he reminded me that I need to "muffle that filter so the little guy isn't thrown around." And just before going to bed I saw him reading a betta care guide (on this site, actually). I think the disease is going to spread to the entire family!
I refuse to seek help.