In other news, my miracle fish are growing up. Yes, I said miracle fish. What happened was, I purchased 3 rainbow platys. They look like tequila sunrises with fins. Within 5 hours of getting them home, they all croaked. I couldn't believe it. I was going to fish them out and take them back to the pet store to demand more, but lo and behold, Gary and SC ATE THEM! Carniverous little buggers!
As a matter of fact, here is a shot of SC in the act. Bastard.
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| Snail Chihuly grubs on some rotting platy flesh. Zombie snail? We can only hope. |
So after my fish died, and were consumed, I was a little sad; not to mention guilt ridden for being a cold, vicious murderer. One day I was lying on the bed with my Kitteh, the Inestimable Huey, when I noticed his eyes zipping back and forth, tracing something in the fish tank. I of COURSE scolded him for his lunacy, insisting that "there's nothing in there, what the hell are you looking at, you crazy cat?" But what do you know, his razor-sharp feline eyes DID detect very minute traces of movement, and when I could pick out what it was with my feeble, myopic eyes, I saw that it was teeeeny, tiny, purt-near microscopic little fishes! I KNEW I was just imagining things, but no, here we are a few months later, and they are about an inch long, nice and fat, zooming around and nibbling on Gary and SC here and there, eating their tropical flakes, and just seeming content. Turns out they ARE live-bearing fish, so one of those dead fishes musta had a belly full'o'babies. So I started out with 3, which turned into 4 and I am quite content.
And that is where I shall end this entry. Until I find a better video.
