One day last June, near the end of the school year, the phone rang. I was surprised to hear Jordan on the other end, calling from school. The situation was dire. The class Betta fish (creatively named "Betta") had no place to go once the school year was over. "Can we keep him, Mom?"
We had already cared for said fish over Spring Break, and since we had found him to be an agreeable little fish, I consented. (Not to mention a fish is easier, cheaper, and cleaner than a dog, and I secretly hoped this fish might count as a pet.) Jordan and his sisters were thrilled. A bigger tank, some tank accessories, and a new electrical outlet later, Betta was settled into our home.
Sadly, about a month ago, Betta seemed to be in a funk. He gradually stopped eating and even swimming. Very pitiful. We finally consulted a nice employee at Petsmart who suspected the tank water had gotten too cool. Unfortunately, the advice (and the newly-purchased heater) came a little too late.
Happy ending: We now have a new Betta fish (creatively named "Betta Jr") swimming in a much warmer tank.