Remember how just a few short (seriously, short. It was only 6!) days ago, I blogged about my aquatic roommates, the Triplets? By Monday, their numbers were reduced by two thirds. In the absence of his siblings, the lone hold out (who was renamed Twin, per my initial interest in having one fish who looked like me) seemed a little off. Sure enough, by Wednesday, it was just me and the ceramic octopus in the aquarium.
Cate told me "this has no bearing on your potential child-rearing skills (in case that was a concern)." Which it wasn't, until she mentioned it.
Perhaps this is fate; I had initially said the Triplets could help me field a triathlon team, but I don't even do triathlons. Perhaps the universe knew I therefore did not need triathlon teammates, and the Triplets' fate was sealed from the outset. The thing is, I'm rather heavily invested in fish supplies.
With that, I must try again, and I mention it here, on this sport-minded blog, to ask that any triathletes out there bestow their blessings on my forthcoming underwater roommates and animal athletes. Or if you happen to moonlight as an ichthyologist (botany is close enough, Caroline), I invite your feedback on my attempts at Brooklyn-based fish farming (a goldfish is like a really small Chilean Sea Bass, right?). I need to do something to keep me distracted during the Taper Madness.
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Mollies live a lot longer than goldfish but make sure to get 2 females for every male...they are quite horny fish.
ReplyDeleteI also like Danio because they're cheap like goldfish, but much heartier.