Life’s been busy for us. Night classes tend to stimulate my voracious appetite via an unknown mechanism. I know I’m weird. Don’t ask.
SoCal FTW. Animal fries 🙂
who devours a 4×4?
In other fishy news, another one of our children decided to transition to a better life. Chris hypothesized that Boyfriend has died of a broken heart — prolonged separation from Girlfriend + the realization that the children weren’t his led to his demise. We noticed he appeared less active last week, few days later he got stuck between Girlfriend’s breeding net and the glass. He didn’t make it through the night 😦
Goodbye, beloved pretty boy.
Hamburglar has been doing what he does best.
poop platter, special order
new technique: variable diameter
I find it surprising that PUFA is still alive, isolated and barely eating. I wonder if he can teleport…
Yesterday, we noticed that Girlfriend was looking especially chubby. Her gravid spot was especially dark and looked ready to pop.
PUFA was reassigned to an old plastic 1-gal fish tank with glass beads, as the peanut’s proven himself unworthy of parole.
PUFA floating along looking innocent
Unfortunately, the stress of moving Girlfriend into the breeding net may have traumatized her and resulted in a few baby guppy abortions 😦
dead guppy alert: bottom left and top right
No new guppy babies yet, but we’re excited for their arrival 🙂
Graves’ eyes have been more pronounced. It was very difficult to get a good picture of him; he was in the mood for some hide-and-seek behind his bush.
Graves being camera shy
Finally got a good portrait!
Did we mention that Hamburglar has very attractive orange lips? We both find that mesmerizing. Can’t keep our eyes off him as he keeps sucking rocks and continually poops all day.
All these pictures of fish tend to make me hungry…. so we spent a good chunk of yesterday making macarons. As they have to mature for 24 hrs or so, I have been exercising extreme patience for some guilty goodness.
dark chocolate ganache filling – the perfect indulgence.
PUFA, our little *pea-nut* (“pea” because he’s a pea-sized puffer and “nut” because he’s, well, a loony), has been looking a little lonely since we assigned him to solitary confinement. Upon tactical positioning of newly procured green leafies (to beautify and oxygenate the tank, which would also serve as hiding places for PUFA), we decided it would only be right to give PUFA a second chance at communal living.
I have decided PUFA is smart. A genius, in fact. He was the most well behaved fish in the first half hour, slowly drifting through and exploring the new plants. On our second check-up, we noticed all the tetras had stubs for fins. Not just one tetra, but all 4. Not little snippets missing, but chunky chomps gone from their once complete appendages. My beautiful neon tetras. My centerpiece(s). Of course, PUFA was floating innocently amidst the handicapped tetras.
I was mad. PUFA was immediately re-placed in solitary confinement. No more pity for the little pea-nut.