Thursday, September 27, 2007
( 11:22 PM ) teahouse
I'm an avid collector and breeder of African cichlids. My already-tiny Manhattan living space is taken up in large part by two large aquariums.
Recently I forayed into the world of Lake Tanganyikan cichlids. Specifically, cichlids of the genus Tropheus.
These little critters are amazingly finicky, and if not fed a very precise diet, succumb to something vaguely referred to as "bloat" which causes them to stop eating, get the runs (yeah, it's lovely) and basically drop dead in a matter of days.
As of last week, I was down to 2 of these fish. And today one of the remaining 2 succumbed to the mysterious illness.
The one that remains has stopped eating. Once that happens, it's too far gone and I basically have to accept that it will be dead by morning. It does look a bit bloated, too.
And coincidentally, I ate something that disagreed with me for dinner tonight, and spent 2 hours running back and forth to the bathroom.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen..my fish and I BOTH had digestive issues tonight.
I guess I got what I deserved for screwing up his diet.#