Right at this moment I'm completely soaked after doing a single water change. I took Thrillz out, kept him in a safe little cup in my dresser, took his tank around the corner to the bathroom . . . while managing to spill at least half a gallon all the way down my shirt. While my dad was standing in the hallway, oh, and my cat. Did the water change, then as I was placing Thrillz' tank back on the dresser, managed to dump at least a gallon more of water ... on my shirt and jeans. The floor, my DVDs, my clothing. Deja vu!
Meanwhile Thrillz is just as happy as a clam ... silly booger. The things we do for our bettas, eh?