So my journey with Beta fish actually began when my daughter came home from a weekend with her father with a goldfish in a cup. From a fair. In Tennessee. “Donald needs a proper tank,” she proclaimed meet minutes after arriving home. We found an old fish bowl and pump, hooked it up, and off to Petco we went to purchase food.
Now if you know anything about goldfish, especially ones that come from carnivals, especially ones that have managed to survive a 6 hour car trip in a plastic cup…they don’t have a very long shelf life!
Within a few weeks (I’m surprised it made it that long), sadly Donald died.
Cue my daughter insisting on a new fish. Back to Petco we go, where the guy pulls me to the side and asks if this is as a pet or for feed for a bigger fish?!?!?!? What?!?!?! I tell him as a pet and he “recommends” we not purchase a goldfish. We leave Petco one hour later and roughly one hundred dollars poorer with 2 beta fish, 2 tanks (because God forbid they share anything), beta food, beta water additives, 2 bag of rocks (because we couldn’t agree on a color), and 2 sets of tank decor (think a pineapple house, a Squidward house, 2 “plants”, and some “tall grass”).
Fish are disgusting.
The tank had recently “gone green”.
The daughter kept reminding me at bed time to clean it (when I too was ready to go to bed).
Tonight, I finally took care of it!
The thought of coming home tomorrow and having to face it again was not something I could handle.
So my daughter and I (because she loves to “help” [read: watch and ask questions]) got to spend an extra 30 minutes together tonight (she got to stay up late to keep my company).
And while the gross fish gunk did not make me happy…spending bonus time with my daughter always does!