Got 16 plant bunches and a betta (I wasn't planning on) yesterday.
I was building a 2 gallon fluval spec for my grandma's red-themed living room, because she's never had luck with fish and wanted to try to "do it right with the help of the family fish expert." When we picked out her betta I saw one I just absolutely loved and had to have.

This is my betta. I couldn't resist him, he looks like he's splattered in blood, and that's pretty metal. I needed him. Lol. I got my friend Robby to help me and my gma (he works at the store), and he agreed that it looks pretty metal.
I plan on keeping him in one of my spare brooder boxes on the front of my tank until Christmas, my grandma said around Christmas she's probably going to take me to get my own little setup for him, like hers, because she likes hers so much and thinks it's rather sad that my betta has to live in a brooder box. I mean I would have bought him his own little tank, but I'm broke because I've been dropping money like crazy on meds for my fish (the 3 lethargic tiger barbs STILL have ich somehow!!!) and I still have to repopulate the tigers' school after they get better, because there's still one that's perfectly fine and is getting lonely, so.. the betta has to wait. He'll be okay. It's only temporary.

This is a kind of crappy pic of my grandma's tank. Her betta is much prettier and brighter red than the pic, and his dorsal fin has a curl at the end. It's cute. She wanted to name him Scarlet, but I was like nahhh it's a boy that would be mean, so she named him Rhett Butler. I don't think I can compete with that name. But eh. She was also really excited that I chose only
real things for her tank. I didn't choose any fake ornaments for her, because she never really believed in substitutes, she's an old-fashioned kinda person. She really liked that I picked out real driftwood and asked her to pick out her favorite live plants instead of fake ones. And I picked out two different foods for him so she could "vary" his diet a little. She's really impressed with the tank, and I'm really glad Rhett has a nice home with a nice owner that cares about him. I'm just sad that most of the other bettas won't have such a nice outcome. (She's even texting me this morning still asking questions, haha. I don't mind, I'm just glad she cares.)
I'm still thinking of a name for my own betta... It'll come to me soon enough.
Apparently when I was at my grandma's house my mom didn't treat my main tank like she said, because the ick spread back to my catfish (only a little, I can fix it up quick) and I lost a fish, not sure which one (because the others munched it into a bony chunk of meat) but I think it's a tiger by the bone structure. Oh well....
