Oh my fish. "are we being fed yet? No? I'll just gaze longingly at this rock."Really? Mine are like "Hey, hey you! Over here! Turn around. Turn your chair around. Oh, he turned around!! Let's go guys, now's our chance, cross swim pattern, and NOW! C'mon pencil wrasse, we practiced this! Swish, swish, glide. Don't you flash your fins at me. You would be nowhere if I wasn't lifting you up out of the sand bed! And now he's back in the sand bed, great! The rest of you round up, we're running the backup plan. Now pick at the rocks like there's nothing more interesting in the ocean! That's right, pick! He's still looking! He's reaching for the tube of bountiful yummies!! Wait, no!! That ugly non-food man came in and now they are Talking! Back to drills guys, wake up pencil wrasse or by Neptune I'll give him Ick! We get one shot at this, guys, one shot! Are you with me? Why did the foxface leave? He looked at the glass? Didn't we say not to let him look directly at the glass? Know what? We're breaking for the day. I'm gonna go huff palys. If anyone needs me, I'll be hovering under the shelf that holds mutilated corals."
My anthias was more visible in the daytime when the second was still alive. I hate buying fish. I hate it so much.
They just DIE DIE DIE. No visiable disease, no heavy breathing. Eat fine and DEAD.
At least I can say excluding torches, I know most of their deaths are my fault. Torches can die from stem rot which is probably on the importer, seller for fragging and gluing in contaminated water.
Where I was, doesn't show where my reef is going.
Reefing is a warzone!
