Aquarists: Saving One Life At A Time
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lilfishie
Its a kinda MAGIC!! ^_^
well i was really upset one day, because my clown loach, and my 2 home bred BN plecs died within 3 days, so i was sitting near my male and he kinda, yawned/flared at the sme time, and i couldn't stop laughing for hours 
The day I got my betta, I had planned on getting 4 Black phantom tetras. When I swung around the corner to the fish department in Walmart, I spotted my soon-to-be Arch Enemy, Cris, putting food into these little cups. I wondered what was in them, so I poked my head 'round his shoulder and saw that there were fish in them. I realized that they were bettas, and I realized that they lived in those cups until someone would buy them. I looked around eagerly to spot a pink,red,purple,and white betta in a cup at the right of the top shelf. I picked it up to see a fish that resembled an ancient Japanese dragon.
So I named him after that dragon. I took him home and acclimatised him into a tank of about 10 gallons. He swam round the tank multiple times with glee and suddenly turned to me. He stared at me for about a minute, then he turned tail and fled into a cave made from a hollowed-out ceramic jaguar skull. He took that as his home and he defended night and day. One week later I introduce three corydoras. He followed them slowly until they turned around, then he would flee to his Cat cranium fortress, or Cranium Castle, as it is known as throughout the household. The catfish approached with his brethren in rear, as if breaching the hideout of Osama Bin-Laden. Whiskers, Bootsy, and Paul fled in terror as Tatsu came out with full flaring fury! He chased them for about three or four inches, settled down, and went back into his cave. Then the next week I introduced two minnow. They too experienced the wrath of Tatsu. He's defended his keep from all who approach it to this day. And that was the story of the first three weeks I had Tatsu.
So I named him after that dragon. I took him home and acclimatised him into a tank of about 10 gallons. He swam round the tank multiple times with glee and suddenly turned to me. He stared at me for about a minute, then he turned tail and fled into a cave made from a hollowed-out ceramic jaguar skull. He took that as his home and he defended night and day. One week later I introduce three corydoras. He followed them slowly until they turned around, then he would flee to his Cat cranium fortress, or Cranium Castle, as it is known as throughout the household. The catfish approached with his brethren in rear, as if breaching the hideout of Osama Bin-Laden. Whiskers, Bootsy, and Paul fled in terror as Tatsu came out with full flaring fury! He chased them for about three or four inches, settled down, and went back into his cave. Then the next week I introduced two minnow. They too experienced the wrath of Tatsu. He's defended his keep from all who approach it to this day. And that was the story of the first three weeks I had Tatsu.
lilfishie
Its a kinda MAGIC!! ^_^
good story, my guy doesn't have any tank mates to defend anything from but he will flare at me if i forget to feed him one morning
I'm saving money to buy a 29 gallon for them all. I'm going to get them all little ornaments, and add a minnow. I'll have enough money in 12 more weeks. I think that's 3 months. Hope that they don't get too big before then. Oh and the minnow are Bullheaded and Rosy Red minnows. Pretty much the same fish but it's fun to pretend they're not.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Darby and the rest of his tank mates (consisting of 2 african dwarf frogs and 1 mystery snail) seemed to be getting along fine, but in the flash of sudden lightening, I was witness to a maleficent gleam in Darby's eye. He was watching something. Something in the gravel. It was the snail. Slowly he swam back and forth. First watching with one eye, then the other as the mystery snail slowly climbed up the wall of the tank.
Slowly.
Slowly.
With a slowly creeping inch, the snail emerged from his shell while Darby watched in fascination.
"Darby O'gill..." I murmured in warning to Darby as he hovered, watching closely.
Out came the beautiful long, fleshy antenna of the snail, oblivious to the peril he was in.
"Don't you dare..." I growled, reading Darby's thoughts as his eyes glazed over.
With one sickeningly sharp SNAP! the unnamed snail became Bento, and fell to the gravel floor, bruised and missing an antenna, but not dead.
Darby became a territorial shark, swimming back and forth, eyeballing the little froggy toes and snapping at bits of gravel in the tank when they gave him the wrong look. He returned to watch his "boxed lunch" from time to time, which wisely kept itself tightly shut into his fortress of a shell.
Hence, Darby was transfered to a smaller 3g tank, where he went on to build a beautiful bubble nest and dances twice a day for his food.
His snail treat has since regrown his antenna, but his shell will forever bear evidence of the attack, in the form of a small missing piece near his new appendage.
DUN DUN DUUUUN!
Thank you. *bow* Thank you very much. *Bow bow*
Darby and the rest of his tank mates (consisting of 2 african dwarf frogs and 1 mystery snail) seemed to be getting along fine, but in the flash of sudden lightening, I was witness to a maleficent gleam in Darby's eye. He was watching something. Something in the gravel. It was the snail. Slowly he swam back and forth. First watching with one eye, then the other as the mystery snail slowly climbed up the wall of the tank.
Slowly.
Slowly.
With a slowly creeping inch, the snail emerged from his shell while Darby watched in fascination.
"Darby O'gill..." I murmured in warning to Darby as he hovered, watching closely.
Out came the beautiful long, fleshy antenna of the snail, oblivious to the peril he was in.
"Don't you dare..." I growled, reading Darby's thoughts as his eyes glazed over.
With one sickeningly sharp SNAP! the unnamed snail became Bento, and fell to the gravel floor, bruised and missing an antenna, but not dead.
Darby became a territorial shark, swimming back and forth, eyeballing the little froggy toes and snapping at bits of gravel in the tank when they gave him the wrong look. He returned to watch his "boxed lunch" from time to time, which wisely kept itself tightly shut into his fortress of a shell.
Hence, Darby was transfered to a smaller 3g tank, where he went on to build a beautiful bubble nest and dances twice a day for his food.
His snail treat has since regrown his antenna, but his shell will forever bear evidence of the attack, in the form of a small missing piece near his new appendage.
DUN DUN DUUUUN!
Thank you. *bow* Thank you very much. *Bow bow*
poopsydrew
"CodeMonkey"
haha
that was halarious. You are a great storyteller. Very good imagery!!! Great story! 
Yay! At least more people posted this time. Last time this was on the front of the bettas forum it didn't get a single hit!
I have another.
When my betta was introduced into his shiney new tank of 2 gallons, he was confused as to why he had been seperated. The reason is, upon closer examination of the corpse of poor departed Pop, I noticed that his bite radius matched the edge along the missing peices of fin. He was the murderer! However, I couldn't just kick Tatsu out of my house, for he would flop about on the ground and suffocate. I just went to my storage unit and grabbed a 2 gallon hex, put 3/4 fresh treated water, and 1/4 old "poo" water, got an old tank brush and swirred it 'round the tank, along with the previous filter, which I returned to my old tank. Then as Tatsu plopped into the water out of the dark blue, decrepit old glass I use to transport small fish, he glared at me! I hadn't turned on the air stone yet, but when I did...HE FREAKED OUT! I've never seen a betta attack bubbles before, but this was a first. He began to franticly swim left to right, up and down, and diagonally. He started to hide behind his favorite plants, which I transferred to the new tank. Now he sits 4 1/2 feet across the room from the tank he once terrorized. He sits alone in the most comfortable solitary confinement I've ever seen. The light keeps it a constant 75º F, the water is oxygen rich, and he's fed through a 1 inch hole towards the front of the tank. I wish I was that spoiled Betta!
P.S. About Tatsu being a murderer, I told my mom and she said my betta is piscocidal maniac!
I have another.
When my betta was introduced into his shiney new tank of 2 gallons, he was confused as to why he had been seperated. The reason is, upon closer examination of the corpse of poor departed Pop, I noticed that his bite radius matched the edge along the missing peices of fin. He was the murderer! However, I couldn't just kick Tatsu out of my house, for he would flop about on the ground and suffocate. I just went to my storage unit and grabbed a 2 gallon hex, put 3/4 fresh treated water, and 1/4 old "poo" water, got an old tank brush and swirred it 'round the tank, along with the previous filter, which I returned to my old tank. Then as Tatsu plopped into the water out of the dark blue, decrepit old glass I use to transport small fish, he glared at me! I hadn't turned on the air stone yet, but when I did...HE FREAKED OUT! I've never seen a betta attack bubbles before, but this was a first. He began to franticly swim left to right, up and down, and diagonally. He started to hide behind his favorite plants, which I transferred to the new tank. Now he sits 4 1/2 feet across the room from the tank he once terrorized. He sits alone in the most comfortable solitary confinement I've ever seen. The light keeps it a constant 75º F, the water is oxygen rich, and he's fed through a 1 inch hole towards the front of the tank. I wish I was that spoiled Betta!
P.S. About Tatsu being a murderer, I told my mom and she said my betta is piscocidal maniac!
mommyof2bettas
(\/)4R'/... betta freak
The first weeks with my first betta, Kenni, were full of learning experience for I was a new fish-keeper. I had researched the basics of keeping bettas, but the basics are not the same as experiencing everything your betta does. One day, I was admiring my baby boy 
when all of a sudden his gills spread open, his fins achieved their full size and... I was shocked! Panicking for I didn't know what Kenni was doing I frantically tried to think of what was happening. Then... he stopped. Still a little worried, I searched on here and learned that my baby had been simply flaring. I guess I should have learned a little more about bettas so I hadn't gotten that scare! But he's still happy, so no harm done and he still flares almost every day, except now I don't have to worry.
when all of a sudden his gills spread open, his fins achieved their full size and... I was shocked! Panicking for I didn't know what Kenni was doing I frantically tried to think of what was happening. Then... he stopped. Still a little worried, I searched on here and learned that my baby had been simply flaring. I guess I should have learned a little more about bettas so I hadn't gotten that scare! But he's still happy, so no harm done and he still flares almost every day, except now I don't have to worry.Oh, that's funny. I'm actually am a bit of a book/ internet worm, never really had a shock like that until my minnow died. Then I broke out the old microscope and looked at it's fins and they matched Tatsu's mouth so HE DID IT!!! The only reason I do so much research is when i was five, I had this Anole, and it died. So now before i get any pets, I do enough research to make data banks at NASA look misinformed.
Amunet
Fish Aficionado
Well not too long ago, we went out to the LFS to get some plants and to my amazement they actually had some mossballs. YAY.
I got 2 of them and when we got home put them right into our 28 gallon.
Well for whateve reason that I'm still not sure of, the mossballs started to die. They were losing color fast, so I took them out and plopped one into each side of my 10gal tank.
My girl Afia couldn't have cared less. All she was concerned about was when I was going to feed her.
Raj my CT boy on the other hand fell in love with his new fuzzy. It was love at first strike.
He stared at it, stared some more, swam around it, staaaared... he eyeballed every single inch of it that he could.
Then he decided to show fuzzy exactly who's boss!
He would hover near it, eyeballing it from above. Closer he would get... closer closer... then BAM he'd strike out at it!
He'd spit out the small fluff in his mouth and watch that as it floated to the gravel.
What? fuzzy didn't want to submit just yet? Well Raj certainly thought so, so he did the same exact thing! Stared, got close enough to where he could suddenly strike out and showed fuzzy who the boss of his side was!
And to make sure no one doubted who won the day, he laid on top of it to rest heh
I've since put the other ball into his side and Raj couldn't have been happier. He'll squeeze himself right in between them to sleep... he loves his fuzzy balls
I got 2 of them and when we got home put them right into our 28 gallon.
Well for whateve reason that I'm still not sure of, the mossballs started to die. They were losing color fast, so I took them out and plopped one into each side of my 10gal tank.
My girl Afia couldn't have cared less. All she was concerned about was when I was going to feed her.
Raj my CT boy on the other hand fell in love with his new fuzzy. It was love at first strike.
He stared at it, stared some more, swam around it, staaaared... he eyeballed every single inch of it that he could.
Then he decided to show fuzzy exactly who's boss!
He would hover near it, eyeballing it from above. Closer he would get... closer closer... then BAM he'd strike out at it!
He'd spit out the small fluff in his mouth and watch that as it floated to the gravel.
What? fuzzy didn't want to submit just yet? Well Raj certainly thought so, so he did the same exact thing! Stared, got close enough to where he could suddenly strike out and showed fuzzy who the boss of his side was!
And to make sure no one doubted who won the day, he laid on top of it to rest
hehI've since put the other ball into his side and Raj couldn't have been happier. He'll squeeze himself right in between them to sleep... he loves his fuzzy balls
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