A cat, a dog, three fish… at what point do we get to start calling ourselves a menagerie?
You may remember that, a few weeks ago, after sorting through all the junk that was left over at my parents’ place from our university days, we rescued Mark’s fish tank. He spent some time cleaning it, set up all the bits of equipment, filled it with gravel, water, bits of fake plants, and driftwood and then let it sit for a couple weeks, allow it to filter and settle. Then, we went to PetSmart. After a half hour chat with their ridiculously knowledgeable fish expert, we came home with four little neons and kerplunked them into their new home.
Apparently, they’re hardy little critters. They can handle the harshness of a brand new tank, can take whatever chemical imbalances may exist while the filter figures itself out. They may even be able to survive through a little tank neglect! They didn’t require a heater, so were fine to put in while we figured out that situation. And, they were cheap! At a dollar each, if we happen to kill them, there’s no huge investment to mourn over.
In fact, less than a week later, we found one floating belly-up among the plastic tips of the fake plants.
Well, that was the most our fish expert recommended putting into a brand new tank. I can’t fully remember the reasoning, but it sounded like a good one, so we went with it.
What would we do without our fish expert?
The tank sits in our living room, on a dresser that was the perfect size to place beside our couch. It makes it all a little cramped, but it’s comfortable and these little guys are fascinating to watch as they sprint around their tiny tank at top speed. One of Mocha’s new favourite things to do is sitting on the arm of the couch watching them, batting at the glass with her paws.
Come to think of it, she probably gave that dead neon a heart attack.
I wish I had gotten around remaking this dresser as I did its pair before we set a heavy fish tank full of water on it. If I’m honest with myself, I know it will not likely not happen for a very long time, if ever. At least it’s giving us a little more storage to hide our clutter away.
Yes, the castle is on its side. The bubble machine pushes it up all the time and the fish don’t seem to mind, so… neither do I.
Friends with fish tanks! What do you have in your tank? Have you ever tried photographing them? So hard, trying to catch them at an almost still moment.