Okay, okay…. I have a bit of a problem. I
am a piscineophile, an aquarist, a fin man. First I got a 12-gallon tank and
then, about a month later, I got a second tank. The second one is only six
gallons and it was designed to be the maternity ward/sick bay but the 12-gallon
tank is where the best breeding is going on.
I've had them a few months now and I can
hardly wait for every morning when I turn on the lights to see all my little
fishy buddies. We have gotten used to each other and they get all excited
knowing I am going to feed them. My Beta is amazing. He practically leaps out
of the tank to get the food. He is curious and brave and I love him. His name
is Liberace. (No other ones have names. Don't worry!)
Well yesterday I bought a 60-gallon tank. Not
only that, I hired a professional aquarist to design the interior and install a
carbon monoxide system so that my new tank can really be a stupendous growing
medium. I am as fond of the plants as the fish. I am super excited. Costin, the
aquarist, is coming here on Tuesday to get me started.
It is like being a kid again and having a
hobby. I haven't had anything like a hobby for half a century.
This morning a mother fish had a lot of babies so I ripped out some plants out of my small tank to dump into the large tank to give the new babies more places to hide. And more are imminent and I have found it thrilling to watch them grow and the colour start to come in. Only then can I tell who had the babies — sometimes. I just love this hobby!
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