My mom had fish but I had marginal contact with them, and looking back they really weren't ideally kept anyway.
My first fish was a Betta named Cap'n Jack Sparrow, who lived in a 10 gal bowl on my dorm desk freshman year of college. He was a great little guy, but unfortunately for him I didn't know Bettas needed filtration, heaters, etc...he just had marbles and a plastic plant, along with once/week water changes.
Poor guy only lived from the start of the year to spring (tough little bugger), then we held a hall-bathroom funeral.
Hello, my name is Shaina, and I abused a fish through ignorance
