My first fish was a betta when I was in Kindergarten. Poor fish didn't make it that long. My three year old sister decided to get up super early and "clean" the house before my mom got up. "Cleaning" the house consisted of hauling this super sized bottle of detergent around and spreading it on everything....including my fish tank. I was so mad at her when I got home from school and found out my fish had died. My mom had to go out and buy me another fish the next day. My poor mother lol. She had detergent spread and rubbed into every conceivable place including the beds in the house, a laughing, conniving three year old, and a distraught five year old to deal with.