Yesterday, I was spending some quality time with Inherited Fish at work and noticed that, in spite of the fact that I neglect them, rarely change their filter, often let the water evaporate to the halfway mark on their tank, HOLY CRAP they made a baby. My People, I have a Baby Inherited Fish. She’s so teensy, tiny and a survivor. She lives under a rock crevice and hides when the Big Inherited Fish come around. I tried to get her out with a fish net today, so I could put her into a baby tank, but she’s too quick and I couldn’t catch her. So, she’s gonna have to fend for herself. What am I supposed to feed her?
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
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