Okay /an/, lets talk about the worst mistakes we done in pet

>>2023588
my granny kept goldfish, they were over 20 years old fuggen huge. When she died they were passed on to a family friend with a giant pond.

I wouldn't beat yourself up about it. Fish are deceptively hard to keep alive in tanks, especially when they're young.

I took horrible care of my Guinea Pigs when I was little. I loved going down the slide so I thought my piggies would like it too... Then I wondered why their feet were all red afterwards.

I convinced my parents to let me get a turtle when I was 7yrs old. 22yrs later the son of a bitch is still alive.

>>2023601
Now that i actually done research for the past 2 years i know how to keep my fish alive and healthy. I currently have fish in a 30 gallon, been in here for 2 years and living happily. The stock is 1 kribensis, 1 dragon goby, 1 goldfish, 1 moonlight gorami, the pleco i mention in the original post, and a small rapheal cat (who goes missing one day but reappears the next)

>>2023609
I have a turtle too, aggressive fucker.

When I was little I took the absolute worst care of this leopard gecko.
Mesh cage, no hides, on sand
Petsmart would have been a better place for it
My parents didn't give a shit
Luckily it died in an accident less than a year after I got it

>>2023612
Yeah mines ornery too.

>>2023617

>it died in an accident

Story pls

Buying a puppy from a BYB.

>>2023624

>Buying a puppy from a BYB.
I read that as
>being a puppy from a BYB.

No one on The Internet know you're a dog.
Nobody.

Collecting a handful of crickets in to sandwich bag to transfer them from their bin to lizard's tank. A couple jump loose. Don't chase them because who cares? They'll hop around for a week and then die somewhere like all the other wild bugs that get in my apartment.

Crickets do not die. Crickets apparently thrive. Three weeks of chirping. I put out every style of trap I read about. Nothing worked. Three fucking weeks all day all night I swear to god they were coming in to my bedroom and chirping right next to my head as I was trying to sleep. Then sometimes there would be a couple hours silence, just enough for me to think they had finally died. Then. It. Starts. AGAIN.

I don't feed crickets to the lizards anymore. There are quieter alternatives.