I mentioned a few months ago that I gave my remaining beloved cichlids to Fish Whisperer. I have moments these days when I miss them, but then I remember all the maintenance and random acts of violence they had and that niggling feeling rapidly disappears. Also, the removal of their tank opened up a corner in our living room that is now a devoted play area for William and the removal of the two cycle tanks opened up space on our kitchen counter for William’s bottles.
We do still have the original 12 gallon tank where my cichlids originally lived. We use that tank to cycle the water for the remaining tank of guppies that we have. It seemed a waste to just have it sitting empty, gurgling water around, so I put some fish in it. Fake fish, that is. Please meet the five plastic fish that now live in our cycle tank.
Occasionally, I will walk by and say to Tony, “You know, I’m worried about these poor fish. They’re hiding in corners and aren’t eating… it’s just not good.” He’ll nod sympathetically and tell me he knows and understands.
So, you see, their behavior is pretty much the same as the real fish, except these fish don’t poop, don’t get sick, don’t kill each other and I don’t have to change their water or medicate them.
I think I’m really over being a fish momma.