Sad start to the New Year
I guess this is the downside to not replacing our Lucky Bamboo precisely on New Year’s Day, but Felix the catfish passed away this morning. He was the oldest fish in the tank, and the first reference to him here was in February 2013 (coincidentally in another obituary). My guess is that he’d been with us for about three years.
Louie, sibling of Huey and Dewey, passed away this morning after a brief illness. Louie, which probably should have been Louise, was one of ten fry born in a plastic bag on the way home from Petco a bit over a year ago. She was probably the mother of ten fry a few months later, seven of which entered careers in public education, but was cared for by Darth, Han and Artoo in her old age. Her dear friend Felix, the catfish was by her side on the bottom of the tank as she passed. She was preceded into the great freshwater beyond by Dewey.
Over the years Pongo’s black spots became grey. The mollies all gradually change their colors, with gold and black and white all shifting back and forth, and one even recently showing a bit of turquoise. Looking through some old photos this morning though I noticed that Diego, the ultimate white fluffy puppy, still looks pretty much the same as the day we brought him home, four and a half years ago. He’s almost six years old and still has the same coloring as that day back in 2008. I’m so jealous.
The family (two humans, one dog, seven fish and a lot of plants) is back in Casa with the fishies finally rejoining us today.
Everything that was supposed to survive the fumigation did. The things that were supposed to die either escaped or had the good manners to die in the walls. We actually never saw much of a problem, but we know that other units had issues, and we were in no position to stand in front of the condo board and fight for termite rights when it was decided to tent the whole neighborhood.
The only thing close to drama was when the aquarium filter refused to restart after the move back to Casa Saturday afternoon. We don’t weep for replaceable tech though. We celebrate the opportunity for an upgrade with gusto and use the opportunity to make certain every piece of electrics and electronics here knows that they’d better behave to survive.
Fishies’ First Roadtrip!
The fact that I’d rather not have my fish die as the fumigators do their thing is leading to a very first for our little family: the fishies are joining us for their first roadtrip. For their sakes I wish we could do it right: maybe see their cousins at the Monterey Bay Aquarium, or at least take them on Ariel’s Undersea Adventure at California Adventure, but a short jaunt up the road to visit Grandma and Grandpa for a few days will have to suffice.
Feeling Left Out
Diego spent yesterday getting groomed, shampooed and generally pampered.
Bud and Sid, the surviving mollies, got their tank cleaned and water freshened this afternoon.
I’m noticing a disturbing trend that involves everyone but me. I sense the need for a massage in the very near future.
Drama and trauma in the form of internet outage and dead fishies (three of the five) around here. I’d live to blame the troubles on Hurricane Irene, or maybe the East Coast’s quakepocalypse, but really I think it was just the normal course of life.
Fishies In Residence
I’d post pictures of the new fishies if they’d ever slow down, but they haven’t, so I can’t yet, but I will when I can.
For the record, they are two “Golden Panda” Mollies, a breed I can’t find mentioned anywhere but on the label of one specific aquarium at my local Petco, sharing space with a Dwarf Gourami in a ten-gallon tank in my office.