Aquamaniac

 The nursery/hospital tank.

 The original tank. You can barely catch a glimpse of the gorgeous blue guppies but its there.

I thought fish would be just fish. But no, it is not that simple.

When I started my aquarium I had to get some "Starter" fish—hearty fish that could survive the swings of variance in the water as the environment "matures." Every day for the first several weeks, I had to add a little bacteria every day and the bacteria, together with the waste produced by the fish and the plant decay creates the perfect water for the fish.

Well when one of my starter fish died, I was crushed and that surprised me. After all, they were just fish. But they were helping me get started, these starter fish, and they were my allies so the loss of one was surprisingly affecting.(But then, I am sentimental and sensitive.) Imagine then, my joy in seeing the coloration of the three babies coming in and at least one is clearly the offspring of the one who died.

And my poor Betta, ravaged by my lobsters. The lobsters had to go. I did not get an aquarium to watch torture and murder. I do not want to see lobsters eating sushi. When I took them back, the store gave me some stunning guppies as replacements. But with the lobsters gone, I was shocked to see a trio of blue fish losing their fins. That was the excuse I needed.

Yesterday I got another tank—half the size of my first one. And it took me HOURS to catch the three blue finless fish to transfer them to the hospital/nursery tank. I am seriously hooked on aquaria.