I have had fish as pets since I was about seven, and at one point I actually had 7 fish tanks. Geeky? Maybe, but what was a 14 year old to do when the only video game out there is Pong? Well, besides reading comic books that is..
Anyway, I really enjoy my wet pets, and Ellie likes the "ish" too. They are quite relaxing to watch as they swim around. Even the variety and beauty of fish that God created amazes me.
I keep my fish in a 35 gallon tank I received as a teenager. The rule of thumb is one inch of fish for every gallon of water. We have:
12 Neon Tetras (the small bright blue and red ones)
7 Fancy Guppies (the rabbits of the seas. Will breed like crazy if you let them)
4 Cherry Barbs
2 Rosy Barbs (the cows)
2 Angel Fish (1 black and 1 white. With a black background you usually only see one)
2 Tri-colour Sharks (large silvery fish, biggest cowards of the tank.)
2 Black Tetras (these guys were among the first I bought when we moved here. They are 5 years old!)
2 Gold Barbs
1 Plecostomus (sucker fish - biggest and weirdest looking one in the tank)
1 Skunk Loach (named Freedie by B-rad. Hardly ever see him as he is always hiding. Eats snails)
So.. that is a total of 35 fish.. probably about 54 total inches of fish.. way over the limit. Hope the Games Warden doesn't come by..
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The other good thing is how cuddly fish... are... oh wait, that's cats, not fish. But cats like fish too... for different reasons.
Just joking! I love your fishies! But you need a cat. Send me your address and I'll send one right over ;)
uhh.. no. Don't want to deal with the kitty litter right now. Changing diapers is bad enough.
well, ya gotta admit it's better than the dealing with doggie doo.
True dat! No way do I want a dog. Cats may be indifferent to their owners, fish are oblivious of their owners, but dogs are masters of their owners. Most dog owners would disagree, but they gotta be home every few hours to let them out, walk them, purchase new shoes because of them...
I remember a particular time with you throwing a rug into your sister's room because you were unhappy with a morning present from the family dog. You will never be a dog person... and neither will I :)