fooshie update
Mar. 20th, 2005 10:29 amSo, the Three Little Fooshies spent the night successfully in their Palace Made of Screens. It's a hexagonal 20-gallon tank divided into six parts, and each of the six parts is connected to one other of the six by a tunnel through the middle. So that, in essence, there are three entirely separate compartments of two chambers each. This ensures that each fish has a space at the front and at the back of the tank, and each fish shares a wall with each of the other fish. At no point can any of the fish get into any of the other partitions besides their own.
All three have successfully mastered the concept of going through their tunnels to get to the other portions of their tank. But none of them have figured out that if they are interacting with another fish, and the other fish goes through its tunnel, they have to move up or down (depending) to get into their tunnel to meet the other fish on the other side. So there's been kind of a lot of fish running into walls while they're looking at each other.
Last night Gibson and Alexander (the two males) discovered each other. It was quite amusing, and pretty actually; a betta fish in full-on aggressive-display is a beautiful creature, with all its big colorful fins aflutter and extended. They looked like a pair of smallish, very dangerous butterflies with an appetite for flesh. They displayed at each other and paraded slowly back and forth along the partition, gill covers fully extended, all fins undulating. Meanwhile, Shirley, the female, watched in frustration as neither of them paid her the slightest attention. She was pretty excited about it, since she could see them both and they were Teh Sexx, but they didn't really care that she was there, so she eventually got bored and depressed and went off to chase her own poop around some more.
I think they must've rested sometime in the night, because they're back at it this morning with equal vigor. Although they do take a break now and then, to flirt with Shirley or swim back and forth through their tunnels. The tank is big enough that they have some privacy, but I want to put their hidey-tubes in as soon as I can figure out how to do so.
Anyhow, I'd never had such a good view of the boys in full display mode, and it's pretty impressive. A bit later I'll try to get a picture of them. They really are beautiful. Like... menacing underwater butterflies, is the best descriptive I can come up with.
(As for me, that pain in my face seems really likely to be inside my sinus. I have eschewed the ineffective sinus medication in favor of codeine again, and have just sat for half an hour blowing my nose. Things are clear but painful. Bastards! I'm going to eat a big brunch too. But I don't think I've coughed once today, so that's pretty cool. Oog, the nausea is back, but I'm going to ignore it. I bet food would do me good. This reads like some kind of surreal How I Spent Flu Season essay only more stream-of-consciousness.)
All three have successfully mastered the concept of going through their tunnels to get to the other portions of their tank. But none of them have figured out that if they are interacting with another fish, and the other fish goes through its tunnel, they have to move up or down (depending) to get into their tunnel to meet the other fish on the other side. So there's been kind of a lot of fish running into walls while they're looking at each other.
Last night Gibson and Alexander (the two males) discovered each other. It was quite amusing, and pretty actually; a betta fish in full-on aggressive-display is a beautiful creature, with all its big colorful fins aflutter and extended. They looked like a pair of smallish, very dangerous butterflies with an appetite for flesh. They displayed at each other and paraded slowly back and forth along the partition, gill covers fully extended, all fins undulating. Meanwhile, Shirley, the female, watched in frustration as neither of them paid her the slightest attention. She was pretty excited about it, since she could see them both and they were Teh Sexx, but they didn't really care that she was there, so she eventually got bored and depressed and went off to chase her own poop around some more.
I think they must've rested sometime in the night, because they're back at it this morning with equal vigor. Although they do take a break now and then, to flirt with Shirley or swim back and forth through their tunnels. The tank is big enough that they have some privacy, but I want to put their hidey-tubes in as soon as I can figure out how to do so.
Anyhow, I'd never had such a good view of the boys in full display mode, and it's pretty impressive. A bit later I'll try to get a picture of them. They really are beautiful. Like... menacing underwater butterflies, is the best descriptive I can come up with.
(As for me, that pain in my face seems really likely to be inside my sinus. I have eschewed the ineffective sinus medication in favor of codeine again, and have just sat for half an hour blowing my nose. Things are clear but painful. Bastards! I'm going to eat a big brunch too. But I don't think I've coughed once today, so that's pretty cool. Oog, the nausea is back, but I'm going to ignore it. I bet food would do me good. This reads like some kind of surreal How I Spent Flu Season essay only more stream-of-consciousness.)
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Date: 2005-03-21 12:52 am (UTC)