the fish zealots were right

Remember how my poor little Glub would hang at the top of the tank, dejected and alone? And all other synonyms for feeling really crappy?

Well.

Realizing that he probably had a mild case of swim bladder and actually was tired of trying to swim down (it makes the fish float... too much air in the belly. lame.) I looked up remedies online.

I kept finding people saying you needed to soak the fish food in water before putting it in the tank so that all the air escapes the food before the fish eats it.

Well. We all know how I feel about fish zealots telling me to treat my fish better than I treat myself (just wait until the fish dies before I try it). So this time I tried it before the fish died (although he really wouldn't have died, but who wants to be a fish that can't swim?).

The last two meals I have soaked in tank water before pouring them into the tank. Voila.

No more swim bladder.

This morning after their... breakfast? all of the goldfish were rummaging through the gravel like I have never seen before. It was disgusting, they are such pigs. Like do they even know how much poop is in that gravel? Do they even care? Gross.

Anyway. They are happy campers.

And I want another goldfish SO BAD! But I know I can't get one.

I did put the two mystery snails into the goldie tank to clean up all the algae resulting from medicating the tank for three weeks (I had to take the carbon out of the filter to keep the water treated) for anchor worms. They are doing a good job, albeit very very slow.

So now! I want to get another snail for the betta tank AND two African dwarf frogs. M'mm amphibians.


Also, I have a third date with a boy this week. He seems really normal and has a very secure job. I know, right? How crazy is that.