I have a male plakat that likes to jump out of his tank whenever I do something like lean in too close, stare at him for an extended period of time, or just think about frozen brine shrimp. His little backside wriggles and I can tell just what he’s thinking. I’ve gotten used to him sailing from one end of the tank to the other during cleaning, and once he somehow jumped out, and landed in the container I had the bloodworms thawing in. Was he concerned about the chlorinated, semi-boiling water? Nope, he just contended himself with eating as many bloodworms as possible.
So anyways, tonight I had my lights off while I was foraging for my camera cord. I see this little head looking up at me from the pitch-black tank, and before I can say no, Brighid shoots through the air, hits me and bounces onto the floor. I shriek, sending the cats scattering in all directions, and then try and find something to scoop up the last surviving Wright brother.
As usual, he’s none the worse for wear. A bit fluffier than before, but still wondering where the hell his bloodworms are. He didn't like the towel I draped over his tank, so I had to leave a window open at the front for him to supervise entry into my room