After a long time in a hospital tank and at last a clean bill of health, my survivor fish (called “Lucky,” now) and his two new companions have all finished up quarantine time, waited out the cycling, and are at home in their new place. Since we’ve been watching a non-stop MST3K marathon since about June, the two new cellmates have been tentatively christened “Crow” and “Servo.”
The pictured fish has had almost as many names as color changes. I got him as a mottled orange-black pond fish. He dropped the spots, survived the raccoons, and has turned Ancient Chinese Imperial Yellow to mark his move from the wilds of a 30 gallon stock tank in my backyard to the dimmer lights of civilization above his 30 gallon bow-front.
We started a water tank to water the garden. We started the fish to eat the mosquitos that bred on “the pond.” The raccoons ate the fish… There is an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly chain of events leading to this aquarium that makes me like it more. And we still dump the water changes on the herb garden.