Ok, so it was little Comet's first tank cleaning today. I read up online the proper way how to do it. My dad insisted on netting him and putting him in the cup. I said, "Go ahead." And he went right ahead and literally got him into a corner. It started getting rough when he got him into the net. He brought him up so fast that the poor thing flipped out of the net and landed smack dab onto the cold, hard tile floor. He picked him up and put him in the cup like, "Its all good.

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Yeah, okay. Sure.
Yeah, it WASN'T all good. He pretty much lie motionless on the bottom of his cup. I thought, "Maybe he would swim up to the top for a bloodworm." Nope. He didn't even go up for a bloodworm. I bet some betta owners know what I'm talking about when I say "instantly come to the top." Not with Comet. He didn't eat one pellet until I got him into his new tank. Now I'm just about to feed him his last bloodworm of the day before I go to sleep. Rant over.
Thoughts? LOL!