Found a beautiful white and red butterfly CT today when I went in the shop to get salt. Took him home and realized he was a very sick boy. He had white fluff all over his rear torso and he couldn't actually swim to the top of the bowl to breath.
I took him back and gave the lady who was tending the bettas an earful. Then I noticed this guy who I didn't see before tucked in the back. He had to stay in his cup while I boiled the bowl and it's accessories for a good while. And he seems fine.
I'm still a little heartbroken about the first fish but here's the new nameless boy:
So much for eight is enough, eh?