So it turns out that it doesn’t matter what species it is, if it’s a baby, I’ll coo over it.
Case in point, as of this morning, we had baby pineapples. Pineapple swordtails – they’re livebearing tropical fish that look like goldfish that got their tails caught. The girls woke me up with ecstatic squealing as the little fry skimmed around the sand at 6AM. At 6am, I don’t actually care whether Sharknado is evolving in our tank. It’s 6am. But… Aww.. They’re very small….
Do you see it?? They are essentially tiny eyes with tails that were born in our tank 🙂 AND have so far managed to avoid being eaten by the rather larger inhabitants (Charles the Fire Eel is now a good 13 inches long.
Sadly, along with the arrival of Mad Eye’s mother came a good dose of ich. It’s akin to thrush for fish and without treatment will devastate the tank. That’ll be why the water is looking rather blue.
My poor loaches have been itchy but are looking a lot better today. They’re still dancing which is a good sign.
Ok, it’s not a pineapple, and they’re fresh water. But close enough!
Meet my water babies. Some people sleep to the sound of white noise or play water sounds. Well, we have the real thing. Whooshy water and air bubbles (harmonized with the gentle whir of several servers that occupy my wardrobe (or as LSH calls it ‘his cupboard of awesome’). There is an idea out there that fish can make you feel calmer – I’m inclined to agree. I love watching them mooch about living their little fishy lives.
What we have here is a cast of several:
William the pleco
Angel(fish) of Death
Mark the Shark (silver tipped catfish)
Jedward the guppies (somehow haven’t been eaten)
Hiding, or the other end of the tank:
Charles the fire eel
Marlin, Nemo, Pierrot and Coco (unsurprisingly, clown loaches)
Stevie the baby ghostknife.
Plans are afoot for the ginormous brackish tank for Charles, Mark and friends for the end of the year, but setting up such a big tank takes time and planning. And before they can move in a good period of cycling.
Charles is happily residing in several feet of drainpipe until then and gouging himself on prawns. (Note to self, don’t try adding rather expensive bamboo shrimp to tank – they last all of ten hours before they are just a few floating legs with a suspiciously full looking eel with a murderous look on his face and a leg hanging out of his mouth… No prizes for guessing where my shrimp went then)
Until the mega tank is sorted, I shall dream of laying awake in bed with this over me….