I'll start with the conclusion to a very long story. After an ordeal (story below), we are now the owners of a red, veil tailed Betta named Cole. Buddy insisted on that name. I wanted to name him Bernie. He's a frisky little fellow and regularly engages in raucous games of "attack the reflection." The kids are in love. I just hope we can keep him alive for a little while. I hadn't planned on getting a Betta, but that's what we ended up with.
I woke up one morning and decided that I wanted to buy the kids a goldfish. You know, get them their first pet. I have fond memories of a fish tank that I had as a child. I also enjoyed caring for a couple of Zebra Danios (Charlie and Vinny) that I kept in a small glass bowl. The pair lived happily for three years. I didn't think it would be too big of a deal. Buy a small goldfish, put it in a goldfish bowl and let the kids feed it fish flakes. Easy, right?
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