That’s a no-no!

Hamburglar is still pooping.  A long string of feces trails after him as he sucks rocks. He also seems to be teaching Graves how to swim (while pooping).

unashamed!

Hamburglar pooping.  Unashamed!

that trail is poop!

That trail is poop!

Boyfriend is still chasing Girlfriend!  Girlfriend went to Hamburglar with a job offer as a bodyguard (or possibly a love triangle is developing?), but he was too busy pooping/sucking rocks.  Boyfriend, briefly tired of chasing Girlfriend, tried tasting the foliage, but it wasn’t very good.

Today is really about PUFA though.  He slowly became more courageous.  Sometimes he tried to fit in with the tetras.  We noticed that he was the only fish who recognized our presences.  We think he might be a sociopath and/or psychopath and/or have Asperger’s and autism.

Then, all of a sudden, we saw him take a bite out of Sucka (now named Jack/Jacques)!  Then, we saw him try to do the same to Graves, but Graves held his ground.  PUFA kept harassing and biting the other fish, particularly the tetras, who are all now missing half their tails, so we had to intervene.  We arrested him and placed him in isolation.

PUFA's cell

PUFA’s cell

We read up on dwarf puffers, and it turns out they can be quite aggressive!  (And J thought they were cute!)  They also seem to not like pellets or flakes, which is all we have to eat.  I think he might’ve gotten hungry and cranky and taken it out on the other fish.  J is trying to teach him how to eat the food we have (using the “eat or die” method).

Parting thought: I wonder if fish think, “Food is falling from the sky!”