I've never been one of those terribly organised people with a place for everything, etc. If I had to use a term to describe my lifestyle, it'd be 'thriving in a state of happy chaos'.
That said, there's a limit to how much chaos I can subscribe to and still be happy. Which is to say, I need to throw a lot of things away and find neat storage solutions for the rest. Right now there's a plethora of junk in carboard boxes staring
at me from every non-fish-filled surface, as though junk has suddenly developed the ability to predict its own imminent doom.
Various fish updates:
Aang - Daughter's new marble DTVT - has settled in quite well and is rapidly changing colour, with shades of lilac and baby blue, even a hint of pink. He greeted her this morning with a face-to-face wiggly hello, which delighted her, and while there's a few raggedy bits on the ends of his fins there's no sign of rot, which is fantastic - after Demyx and the suicidal guppies, I'd hate for her to have to deal with another sickly fish. She's treating his fins with clean water and good food, and is prepared to use salt if any rot appears.
Cleo is positively glowing red. We bought some brine shrimp and black worms, and while I'm a bit cautious about blackworms for splendens, the brine shrimp's been a real treat for our whole fish mob. I really notice the difference in colour and temperament when the bettas get even a little live food for a few days in a row and I'm increasingly convinced that live foods ought to be a far larger part of the betta diet in general, rather then an occasional treat.
I also think Cleo's in breeding condition, as is Cole, who is headbutting the plants if they appear to look at him funny. Of course, I have no intention of breeding them but it's good to see them in tip-top shape.
Even Demyx is wigglier than usual, though his fins still are not improving much. The popeye's receded a tiny bit more, however, and he has a lot more energy - he manages to swim to the top of the tank without 'flailing' too badly now, and I'm thinking if this slow but sure improvement continues, I may see how he does in a larger tank again. Not too large, maybe 3 or 4 gallons to start with, and we'll go from there..
All the little strohi are asleep after a very busy day of arguing and exploring all the tank's hidey places over and over. They are a real challenge to feed! Little Peeka, the smallest one, is smart enough that she (I think..) hovers around the feeding-corner of the tank every time I come close, as I tend to drop her a pellet if no-one else is around - she gets pushed out of the way a lot when I'm doing the group feed and so that extra pellet or blackworm is just to make sure she gets enough.
Here's some more pics!
The tank will have a major tidy-up on Monday, I think. For now, it's a bit wild and woolly but the fish seem to like it well enough.
Here's one of Om-Nomnom, who's had a productive day sucking all the crud off my narrow leaf java fern clump: