I was about 13 years old and had gone to a girls sweet sixteen birthday party and every family had a table of there own on the each table had a decoration ;a small flower vase with a bamboo stick and a betta . Dont remember his color, didnt even find out he was a betta until many years later
Took him home and kept him in what was probaly a half a gallon tank that i used to have a hermit grab in , the tank was only half covered. I would feed him goldfish flakes and food i that i used to feed my hermit crab
One day i woke up and my fish was gone from his tank i looked all over the room didnt find him. 5 years later we were moving out of the place and my father and i were removing the carpeting from my room when in the same corner where the table i used to keep his tank was at, under the carpet i find a perfectly in tact tiny fish skeleton i kid you not just like this but smaller
I was working as an illustrator for a publishing company and one of the customer service reps who worked in the offices across the hall from us got fired for essentially telling our head honcho that she was a flaming sack of flea bitten cow pies. It was actually pretty great, imo. Sent the e-mail around to EVERYONE.
So anyway, she hands my co-worker her fish that she was keeping on her desk and says "HERE! I'm leaving before they fire me! Take care of my fish." My co-worker knew I loved animals so she gave it to me to take care of. I took it home very carefully that night and put him in a 1 gallon container I grabbed at wal-mart that had a little lit lid on it. He unfortunately didn't last very long as he was kept in maybe a half gallon bowl his entire life and she hadn't changed his water but once every few weeks. It got dirty fast.
I'm pretty sure he was just your average blue/red veiltail that I named Herbert.
I was taking a walk through Walmart and a whitish pink and blue betta caught my eye, none were in good shape but this one was alive so i grabbed it and grabbed a gallon bowl and went home. After dumping him in the gallon bowl of spring water he just sank. Upon closer inspection he had fuzzy white stuff on his gills, i went to bed thinking maybe it was just stuck to him from his dirty cup cause it had alot of fuzzy floating stuff, the next morning i found him dead and covered with fuzzy stuff. I put him back in his cup with clean water and buried the whole cup out in the field and felt guilty and sad for him but figured i did my best. At the time it was my best because i didnt have internet and knew very little but looking back i could have maybe saved him if i knew what i know now. I didnt buy another fish for 8 years and now i have two bettas and the proper knowledge of care XD
I was in a farewell party for my friend, then she came to me "what do you think about taking care of my betta?" and I was like "You have a fish?! O.o" then she replied "You are the only one I trust in keeping him, if you can't take care of him my husband will throw him at the Thames".
THen I said "huh ok, you can bring him at my house anytime you want".
And that's how I got Fillet, he's with me for 3 months now, my first fish ever ;3!
my first betta.... well MY first betta was what i know now as an Orange Dalmatian Veiltail. my mom would get bettas before that, the horrid bettas in vases(usually named Fishy, Fishy 2, Mr. Bubbles... silly names). well, his name was Zach(he started my Final Fantasy naming tradition, i guess. :3), and he lived in a bowl. a half-gallon bowl. little guy was a trooper. i'd only change the water when it turned brown, never acclimated him, over fed him severely. yet, he never got sick. x: never got ick, velvet, bloat, nothing. one day, my sister's evil cat conned my good cat into knocking his bowl down. poor boy lived in a Blue's Clue's cup until my mom bought him a new, thicker bowl. soon after that, i moved, and he got a one gallon tank, the triangular ones like i keep Lulu in now. he was so happy, and prettied up really nicely. then, near the end of his life, he got the 10 gallon, all to himself. he had a blast swimming. he'd zoom about, play in the current, and was one happy betta. sadly, he died in that 10 gallon. i found him one morning, stuck to the filter intake. :< he started my love of Orange Dals, and i want to make them more popular and easier to find, in memory of my lucky find. :3
I always want dog and one day about 4 years ago instead of dog i got my first betta. I never even went to fish department before. I didn't want fish at all,i thought they are boring. Of course i fell in love with him and now i have bettas at home and at work at my work table. And i introduced a few of my co workers to betta :) It first betta for them too. I love betta fish.
I currently have my first betta! He's also my first fish ever. Got him in March. His name is Blurple. (He's bluish/purplish - well, he's your standard dark blue veiltail with red wash/ventrals, so he looks purplish sometimes.)
Personality-wise, he's hilarious. He never stops moving, and he flares at me if he catches me looking from across the room. Flares at everything he sees, actually. Always rebuilds his bubblenest the day after a water change. He's got a 2.5 gallon bowl with live plants in it, soon to be a 5 gal tank. He's currently staring at me.
Well my family had a betta a several years back named Matrix, but about 4 years ago I decided that I wanted to get one of my own. I decided to wait because my sister had 2 hermit crabs in our 5 gallon tank and I wanted to use that tank so I wouldn't have to buy my own. My sister ended up getting me a betta and fish bowl for Christmas a year later (she needed pictures of it for a school project). Well sadly she got a very sick betta from Meijers and he only lived for about a week. The following week I went out with my sister to a pet store and got a happy healthy betta who lived for about 2 years (and got him a 2 gallon tank to replace the fish bowl). The hermit crab is still alive (going on 6 years old now), and is now in my care.
Mine was Stalin, a VT male from petsmart. I couldn't have a dog so I got him. He lived in a .75 gallon bowl. I never went into my room (where he was) and a week after I got my Dane puppy... yeah, I forgot about him so much he died because all his water evaporated. D; I didn't even sleep in my room, I never knew...
Kaida was my second, years later. Julep my third <3