My daughter reads here online, and sometimes I point things out to her and she was really moved by all the stories of betta rescue.
So, last week we had gone to the next town over where they had a super Walmart. With bettas. Bettas in filthy little cups with barely any water and green scum on the bottom.
My daughter looked at me with big, heartfelt eyes and said "Mom, we have to rescue one."
Yes, we had to rescue one.
Some of them were in surprisingly good condition. But there were 2 ... One was a crown-tail in pretty good health and with AMAZING jewel-bright colors, but a horribly hunched back.
The other was a much plainer, skinny pineapple veil-tail with some fin-rot.
After much debating, she chose to rescue the veil-tail. We hoped that with his good health and brilliant color, the hunch-backed fish was likely to live and might be sold, but the pineapple wouldn't live long enough for someone else to buy him.
Here he is, while first being acclimated to his new, 2-gallon home. This was after
we had already added water to his cup twice
It took a day and frozen brine shrimp before we got the poor guy to eat, but he is eating well now and recovering nicely. Except that he promptly tore his fin on that silly plant and we took it out - after which he sulked until we gave him a new one. His fins have nearly stopped curling at the edges and the rot is cleared mostly up.
DD is enchanted by his blue eyes and has named him Pineapple Pie, partly after National Velvet's Pie.
We go back to that town this weekend. If the hunch-backed fish is still there, he'll come home.