I have had fish long ago when I was a kid. Truth to be told, they were kept in a small overcrowded tank with little equipment and didn't last long. I would grow to despise fish as pets because "they couldn't be interacted with" and from them, bettas were the worst offenders because I (assumed) they were angry hermits unwilling to get along with any other fish, static fish which moved barely if at all and yeah, not pretty enough to see what the fuzz was all about.
Two weeks ago, my mother got a flower vase as a gift... with a beta on the bottom of it. My mother was excited to have a living ornament, I was disgusted to see an animal kept on such conditions, even if it was a betta. The poor fella was sitting at the bottom, completely apathetic to food to the point we wondered if he ever ate ate all. So I decided to act and got an equipment included 10 gal tank. Some effort later, especially washing away the fines from the gravel, the betta was swimming in his new home. It only took a couple of days for him to turn from a bored, almost dead fish into an active, flare-at-his reflection betta that now swims at us when we approach ready to get some food.
Here are some pics:
Is he fat in the last one? Maybe I'm giving him too much to eat.