You will not defeat me, finals week!!
Ahh my neglected live journal...
I'll bet you've ALL been wondering what the situations with my fish are-- rest easy, friends, I'll update you.
My fish-- In a spur o' the moment decision, I bought five 28-cent goldfish a few weeks ago. Quite the investment, I know... but I needed a sturdy, inexpensive fish for my nearly-worthless 10 gallon that, once upon a time, held an intimidating population of twin-goldbar platys. The vast majority of those platys met their ends in the mouths of my cichlids, whom, by the way, are the greatest fish ever invented.
These new additions to my family surprisingly delight me. They're cute, shiny, and always seem happy to see me. I generally get happy to see people who feed me too, so, at least I have that in common with my pets.
I lost one of them the other day, though. One of my little ones, Ollie, decided to start not swimming. He was still alive, so I did an intervention and put him into a quarantine tank (a glass that has shells and beach sand at the bottom). He seemed to get a bit better-- he'd eat and swim around and all... so I put him back in the tank with his friends where he promptly died.
Upon closer inspection of the clan, there's something wrong with all of them-- Jones, the biggest, swims tilted to the left... and is now developing a dark dark red spot right on the top of his head. Spoon has been steadily outgrowing his comrades, looks like his guts are turning bright red. I heard a rumor that a silver goldfish, like Spoon, is just a goldfish that hasn't yet had it's genetics kick in, and it's color will develop later-- SO, Spoon either has a serious disease of the internal organs, OR will just be bright red in coloring. Moo is obese. Chum is the only healthy looking creature in that tank. He's my favorite.
My cichlids have a completely different set of problems. Penelope has finally, literally, shown her true colors and, (drum roll) is actually a male. I can be accepting of her lifestyle, as she is, first and foremost, my child and I love her.
... him.
... it.
I may hold a Coming Out party for her.
Charlie continues to exist... yet is becoming increasingly lame and lazy. I miss the good ole days where we played. Those were good times. Granted, his tank mates back in those ole days were much more docile creatures who didn't enjoy shredding Charlie's fins.
McFly looks like a cow.
All this, and I have another tank to set up!
Whee!!
I'll bet you've ALL been wondering what the situations with my fish are-- rest easy, friends, I'll update you.
My fish-- In a spur o' the moment decision, I bought five 28-cent goldfish a few weeks ago. Quite the investment, I know... but I needed a sturdy, inexpensive fish for my nearly-worthless 10 gallon that, once upon a time, held an intimidating population of twin-goldbar platys. The vast majority of those platys met their ends in the mouths of my cichlids, whom, by the way, are the greatest fish ever invented.
These new additions to my family surprisingly delight me. They're cute, shiny, and always seem happy to see me. I generally get happy to see people who feed me too, so, at least I have that in common with my pets.
I lost one of them the other day, though. One of my little ones, Ollie, decided to start not swimming. He was still alive, so I did an intervention and put him into a quarantine tank (a glass that has shells and beach sand at the bottom). He seemed to get a bit better-- he'd eat and swim around and all... so I put him back in the tank with his friends where he promptly died.
Upon closer inspection of the clan, there's something wrong with all of them-- Jones, the biggest, swims tilted to the left... and is now developing a dark dark red spot right on the top of his head. Spoon has been steadily outgrowing his comrades, looks like his guts are turning bright red. I heard a rumor that a silver goldfish, like Spoon, is just a goldfish that hasn't yet had it's genetics kick in, and it's color will develop later-- SO, Spoon either has a serious disease of the internal organs, OR will just be bright red in coloring. Moo is obese. Chum is the only healthy looking creature in that tank. He's my favorite.
My cichlids have a completely different set of problems. Penelope has finally, literally, shown her true colors and, (drum roll) is actually a male. I can be accepting of her lifestyle, as she is, first and foremost, my child and I love her.
... him.
... it.
I may hold a Coming Out party for her.
Charlie continues to exist... yet is becoming increasingly lame and lazy. I miss the good ole days where we played. Those were good times. Granted, his tank mates back in those ole days were much more docile creatures who didn't enjoy shredding Charlie's fins.
McFly looks like a cow.
All this, and I have another tank to set up!
Whee!!