When I was 4, I got my first betta fish! my mom took my brother and I down the LFS to pick out everything we needed! As we arrived, I immediately was intreaged by the saltwater fish! and I said, "Mommy that betta!" (at that time I thought all fish were betta) But she said no, and pointing the real "betta" out to me. I picked the typical red and green bi-color veiltail, while my brother picked a stunning deap blue color veiltail. I was soooo jealous! But It was too late, and my fishy was already bagged up, waiting at the counter. We got home and we set out bettas up in there tiny tanks, simular to beanie-baby containers. On the second day of having him, I decided he might want to "play", so I would take him out of his tank, put him in my hand, and onto the desk. And just so he wouldn't die, I would splash water onto him (ahhh how horrible!). This continued for weeks but that fish lived. Then suddenly (to me at the time) he didn't live after "playtime". I was soooo mad, I was fuming! My evil older brother laughed at me. So what did I do? I took him betta that night and flushed it down the toilet! I swear I was just as evil that night. And he woke up to an empty betta tank. I never got caught :evil_lol:. But about 3 or 4 years ago, we got onto the topic of betta fish and my brother brought up his "dissapearing betta". Then I told him what I did. . . Needless to say, he was not happy. So we went back to that same LFS that day and we each got another betta each, and we kept them locked-up in our rooms, so neither of us to get eachothers.
When I was 7 or 8, my mom had just left to go into her work for 4 hours. my older brother was in his room, playing games. and what happens, a guppy has babies. my breeder net broke so i had no where to put the babies, so i scopped em out in a cup and put them in a tupperware container, on the side of the stand. My kitty came to investigate and BAM! 65 or so guppy fry plattered all over the floor. Im thinking to myself, OH GOD! I didn't wanna get my brother because I knew he was just going to call me an idiot, punch a time or two and go into his room (lovely brother relationships huh). SO i started, one by one, picking the little baby fish out of the carpet with my little fingers back into the tupperware container. after 2 hours, i just gave up on the little buggers, I probably only got about half of them, so I dragged out the vacuum and sucked em up. My mom came home early, to find me vacuuming around the tank. She didn't even ask. Neadless to say, after my efforts, none of the fry lived. Most were dead by the time I got to them. I think my experience has gone up since then
3 years ago, I had went on vacation and my grandmother said she would stop by and feed my fish. At that age, I was reaalllyyyyy getting into fish and my step-mom was a big part of that, and she taught me a lot of what I have learned today. Anyway, as a gift, she ordered me 20 pure endlers from florida and I was stoked! I got them in a week before vacation and they were all doing A-OK. As time passed, we returned from vacation, and the first thing i did was i went to my fish! What do I find! A 10g tank, with 3'' of water in it, it was about 115 F and there were dry up endlers stuck on the glass! I screamed!!!!! I called up my grandma who told me everything was ok with them thing morning, she just thought that the tank felt a little warm and the fish, she just couldn't see them! It turns out we had a cold-spell and she turned the heater up all the way to keep them warm and well, it boiled. They were all dead. Let's just say, Grandma doesn't watch the fish anymore.
And I think that's all of them!
