I was at the Rockford Wal-Mart (moth to a flame, that I am!) and saw the usual disarray, including a rotting Oscar swirling around the top of an unkempt tank. I was wondering why I kept going to the fish area of that "not-so-super store" when this woman and her kids almost purchased a Betta. Well, actually, almost purchased two Bettas...the little boy wanted to put two together to see if they would fight. The mom wasn't thrilled about that, but she almost gave into the "fact" (presented by the little boy) that male and female Bettas would not fight when placed together. She told him that she didn't know if that was true or not, but I was able to tell the true story for them...and they didn't buy either Betta because I told them that there were better Betta-buying locales in town. I felt good about myself and realized that it was my calling to go there each time I'm in that Wal-Mart (I helped teach two little kids that Os in tanks where fish are dying aren't worth buying...especially for that 2-1/2 gallon starter tank when I went last month!)