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cha :

i am new to fish keeping,a friend gave me a female koi betta because she cant take care of it. it's literally my first time. is this set up okay? 5 gallon tank, aquatic soil and black sand substrates, lava rocks (cant find lava rock granules so i just bought quite bigger sizes), and low tech aquatic plants (bacopa monierri, red rubin, idk the middle one). i am planning to add pothos and other floating plants (they're on the way). i am also planning to add driftwood and spiderwood. please help me improve my tank 🥹🙏🏻

2026-03-08 17:22:37

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Oskar🇪🇺 :

What’s the perfect size for a starter Betta tank?

2025-01-28 20:49:28

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Kiara Vučeta :

Is rhis 15L tank good for my Betta?

2025-12-06 07:33:53

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🦋 :

I feel like a bad owner. Mine only has a 2 gallon tank w/ a filter and decor. I’m positive he has fin rot too. I try to keep his water clean. Even w/ cartridges, the water gets foggy in 1-2 weeks

2025-02-23 03:36:08

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em🐞 :

can you do a video on products for beginners I’m trying to upgrade my betta to a new tank and I legit don’t know any products since I’m getting mix reviews

2025-02-02 19:45:43

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Glass Boxes :

I appreciate the fact you have Cory’s in with your Betta. Lots of arguments over that subject! 😊

2025-01-28 16:45:07

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Nice :

guys is a 25L good for a betta im upgrading from a 12L

2025-02-08 19:46:38

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mobby! :

if i have a 10 gallon tank, can i have a betta with ember tetra? and would a female or male betta work better?

2026-05-14 01:26:55

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MaK :

You should make an Amazon storefront!

2025-02-15 18:07:41

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kaysogourmet :

hi! i’ve been wanting to setup a low tech 5 gallon, does low tech just mean no filter?

2025-01-28 19:11:46

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Don Daniel :

What is that lamp?

2026-07-10 05:41:26

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Kelsey Harris :

Where do you get your plants?! I’m in need of plant ideas for my tanks!!

2025-03-01 05:16:22

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ethan :

what type of corydoras are they?

2025-04-16 10:36:32

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yaaayaaa :

20g minimum for me. i like mine to have more room to swim

2025-02-10 03:42:06

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susyfire :

how do you clean the tank? and how often ?

2025-02-10 18:07:21

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0°~Xx._M3n4c3 t0 V0rt3X_.xX~°0 :

for a Betta to live it's not that necessary to have a filter since they can breathe without it😅

2025-03-08 17:23:06

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Huh :

I need some fish advice :( I’m dealing with an ammonia spike and did water changes and prime plus stability but it is staying at the same level…what do I do??

2025-01-29 23:21:54

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:) :

can i put sand ontop of the fluval stratnum ?

2025-01-28 17:24:04

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｡˚꒰ঌ 𝖊𝖒𝖒𝖆 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊 ໒꒱˚｡ :

I’m getting a betta soon and have a tank cycling! Do you recommend a lid for the tank?

2025-01-28 02:23:11

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Mytri N :

could you make a video about treating common betta illnesses… i’m not sure what my betta has, he looks like he has ich, finrot and popeye… i saved him from someone who was surrendering him

2025-01-30 05:42:56

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Queen Alex :

How did you get your wood to stop leaching ! My wood turned my tank black even after soaking for weeks

2025-01-28 04:53:37

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Alaina :

Do you recommend an air pump or no?

2026-07-13 03:35:38

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ficgravy :

Love

2025-04-11 01:10:05

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Jenna mctavish :

I need to know is it okay to get guppies with a 2.5 gl like just 3-5 guppies

2025-05-07 03:54:22

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Tasha Bates :

Is sand better than gravel for bettta

2025-01-30 00:01:08

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