A new king challenges the throne

Girlfriend broke up.

When we woke this morning, she was searching intently (headfirst) for something in the floor.  Maybe it was a toilet, so I threw her in ours, where she seemed to gain a bit of gusto; was she feigning for freedom?! (probably not, but it would’ve worked. Perhaps the long months without her a lover have run her into the ground.)  J tossed a spider in there too, and neither of them permitted me to utilize the facilities, even in the face – or rear – of near-critical urgency.  As far as anyone (except the guppy and eight-legged fiend, I suppose) knows, they’re still in there.  Could this be the world’s first spider-fish friendship?  I’ve heard nothing brings you closer than drowning in the same toilet.

Yesterday, the tank welcomed Ziggy, a tiny black sharklike dude who feasts all day on scummy glass; Kingsley, a stealthy ebony Moor and potential usurper of Hamburglar’s throne (the ‘burg has gotten quite round and slothy as of late – corrupted by his voracious lust for power – can no leader go untainted?); and Elphie, an indigo beta and the new community bicycle.   Although Kings is of a size to reckon with Hams, things seem to be going swimmingly – as J put so eloquently: “Hamburglar and Kingsley are good songs,” and by songs, she means friends.

Jacques yet lives despite the crushing weight of Hamburglar’s fat, oppressive fins.  Sushi (or is it Sashimi?) seems to be growing bored of her current surroundings and dreams of breaking into interior design, but how will she afford trade school with no savings and no income?

Will Kingsley win the royal seat?  Will the denizens of Fishtopia welcome their new negro overlord, or mutiny and beseech the powers that swim for the reinstatement of His Fishy Fatness?  Will Sushi find her Zen paradise, or be forever denied Fishvana?  Will Ziggs ever stop sucking, or will he get fatter than Hambo off of J’s lazy cleaning (i.e., lack thereof)?

Stay tuned for photographic chronicling and further blabberings concerning these epic events!  Sing, o choirs of cacophany!  Let them eat fishcakes!

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Isolation

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.

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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

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.

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Graves being camera shy

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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.

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*smacks lips*

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.

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dark chocolate ganache filling – the perfect indulgence.

The reward was worth the wait.