This morning around 9:15, I decided to run out to the fishroom for 45 minutes - we had a rare for here power blackout in last night's storm and there were lights to reset, plus I had to do a small water change. Out I went through the teeming rain, and into the wondrous space of the fishroom.
I did the basics, then decided I could be inspired by a thread here and reset my whiteworm cultures. After that, I thought I could move some killies to their own breeding tank, as they had grown to the right age. I fiddled with filters, tried to catch and move my Microctenopoma ansorgii to their own tank (there's one crafty one I can't get - she dives into the tangles of peace lily roots along the back - her wild cousin species charged into streambank roots in the same way).
I watched the dwarf Cichlids for a bit, checked the progress of the treatment for nematodes in my new Epiplatys annulatus, and was pleased with both. So I grabbed my jacket to scoot back in and noticed it was noon.
45 minutes, eh? How many of you you have a tendency to get lost in your tank or tanks, when you let yourself?
I did the basics, then decided I could be inspired by a thread here and reset my whiteworm cultures. After that, I thought I could move some killies to their own breeding tank, as they had grown to the right age. I fiddled with filters, tried to catch and move my Microctenopoma ansorgii to their own tank (there's one crafty one I can't get - she dives into the tangles of peace lily roots along the back - her wild cousin species charged into streambank roots in the same way).
I watched the dwarf Cichlids for a bit, checked the progress of the treatment for nematodes in my new Epiplatys annulatus, and was pleased with both. So I grabbed my jacket to scoot back in and noticed it was noon.
45 minutes, eh? How many of you you have a tendency to get lost in your tank or tanks, when you let yourself?