I've gone to the dark side. >_< My first betta was entirely planned for. I spent a week or more getting things together for him and setting up the tank and everything. I promised myself that I would never buy a betta on impulse like so many others here speak of. I went into pet stores, looked at bettas, and left again without difficulty. And then... I saw him. A pale irridescent blue veiltail. And I couldn't resist him.
So now I have two betta boys! Only thing is, since this latest guy was unplanned for, he's stuck in a little gallon container until I can get him a bigger tank. Makes me feel really guilty, but I keep telling myself that he's way happier now than he was in that little cup.
He's reallly pretty. I still don't have a name for him though...