TJBender
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A funny thing happened on Saturday. My wife and I were down south of our house, and we stopped at a Walmart by our old apartment instead of our usual one. While there, we passed through the aquatics department, and I noticed an absolutely stunning male CT with deep blue, metallic blue and deep red coloration. He'd clearly just been put out for sale, as his water was pristine and he was fully flared. I commented to my wife how amazing he looked for a Walmart betta, but continued on because we'd just gotten Spud the day before and had no room for him.
Yesterday, I was down in that area again. I hadn't been able to get the CT off my mind at all, but I'd only seen a passing glance. I decided to go back to that Walmart while I was out and take a longer look at him, with the idea being that I'd find faults that ended my interest and got him off my mind. There's also the whole "no fish from Walmart" rule that I was hoping to invoke after seeing him again. Instead, I got there and barely recognized him. His colors had faded, he was sitting on the bottom of his cup and would not come off of it, instead swimming around in circles with his belly on the ground, and his water was yellow from neglect. I knew I couldn't leave him to die like that, but I also couldn't take him home, so I started a bit of an effort to get him adopted by asking friends and posting on Facebook with an offer to help anyone who wanted him get set up and getting some advice and counseling from Fried_Bettas (thanks!).
That's where my wife came in. I mentioned to her what I was doing, and she asked how the betta looked. I told her, and much to my surprise (and delight), she asked if we could bring him home and house him without having to buy another tank! So, without wasting a second, she and I raced back to that Walmart and purchased the betta, as well as supplies to divide Stormageddon's five-gallon tank so that Ace could become his roommate for a while. I was up just a wee bit late last night getting everything set up, at some point there was an "Elvis has left the building" joke made, and the name stuck. For me, anyway. My wife is still arguing that his name is not Elvis. She will lose this battle.
Elvis is still on the shy side, and doesn't venture out of his cave too often. Since he was rescued from a yellow water cup less than 18 hours ago, I'm not surprised. He is starting to flare out his fins again, he's swimming more strongly, and his colors are just starting to return. At this point, I couldn't talk my wife into another fish even if it was the last of its kind, but she and I both agreed that there was no way Elvis would be left to die there, or that he'd be allowed to go home with a family that would toss him in a 1/4 gallon betta "tank" and change his water once a month.
Here are a few pictures of Elvis. He's not fully flaring yet, but I'm a little bit surprised I got him to come towards the front of his cave at all!



I am completely done adding fish. There's no room left. We've agreed that if another tank is added, it will be for the express purpose of moving Ace back into his own home (the Evolve 4 that we're waiting on will solve that). I get the feeling that if I don't adhere to those rules, I just might lose the house and keep the fish in a settlement...
Yesterday, I was down in that area again. I hadn't been able to get the CT off my mind at all, but I'd only seen a passing glance. I decided to go back to that Walmart while I was out and take a longer look at him, with the idea being that I'd find faults that ended my interest and got him off my mind. There's also the whole "no fish from Walmart" rule that I was hoping to invoke after seeing him again. Instead, I got there and barely recognized him. His colors had faded, he was sitting on the bottom of his cup and would not come off of it, instead swimming around in circles with his belly on the ground, and his water was yellow from neglect. I knew I couldn't leave him to die like that, but I also couldn't take him home, so I started a bit of an effort to get him adopted by asking friends and posting on Facebook with an offer to help anyone who wanted him get set up and getting some advice and counseling from Fried_Bettas (thanks!).
That's where my wife came in. I mentioned to her what I was doing, and she asked how the betta looked. I told her, and much to my surprise (and delight), she asked if we could bring him home and house him without having to buy another tank! So, without wasting a second, she and I raced back to that Walmart and purchased the betta, as well as supplies to divide Stormageddon's five-gallon tank so that Ace could become his roommate for a while. I was up just a wee bit late last night getting everything set up, at some point there was an "Elvis has left the building" joke made, and the name stuck. For me, anyway. My wife is still arguing that his name is not Elvis. She will lose this battle.
Elvis is still on the shy side, and doesn't venture out of his cave too often. Since he was rescued from a yellow water cup less than 18 hours ago, I'm not surprised. He is starting to flare out his fins again, he's swimming more strongly, and his colors are just starting to return. At this point, I couldn't talk my wife into another fish even if it was the last of its kind, but she and I both agreed that there was no way Elvis would be left to die there, or that he'd be allowed to go home with a family that would toss him in a 1/4 gallon betta "tank" and change his water once a month.
Here are a few pictures of Elvis. He's not fully flaring yet, but I'm a little bit surprised I got him to come towards the front of his cave at all!



I am completely done adding fish. There's no room left. We've agreed that if another tank is added, it will be for the express purpose of moving Ace back into his own home (the Evolve 4 that we're waiting on will solve that). I get the feeling that if I don't adhere to those rules, I just might lose the house and keep the fish in a settlement...