Well, I've been dreading the day, but I think that it's come.
My first swordtail, Grizabella, the first mother of my (ever increasing
) swordtail population, is looking in pretty rough shape.
She survived my 10g fish killing learning experience and my misinformed, bumbling efforts to save the fish I was killing. Never in healthy conditions, she still managed 4 fry, 2 of which I still have, the other 2 were males and so had to be given away.
She overcame a bout with cottonmouth and dropped about 40 fry in the process, all were eaten.
When I moved her to the 33g, she seemed so much better. After a week, she would swim with the others and seemed happy and healthy again. But now she just hides. I think that she's sick again, and I don't think she's getting better.
The other fish know it to, she's become a pariah. They drive her away, nipping at her. Bitey II flares at her whenever he sees her.
I believe that after sticking with me through the roughest of conditions, her time has come. A bucket of icy water awaits her in the next day or so...
My first swordtail, Grizabella, the first mother of my (ever increasing
She survived my 10g fish killing learning experience and my misinformed, bumbling efforts to save the fish I was killing. Never in healthy conditions, she still managed 4 fry, 2 of which I still have, the other 2 were males and so had to be given away.
She overcame a bout with cottonmouth and dropped about 40 fry in the process, all were eaten.
When I moved her to the 33g, she seemed so much better. After a week, she would swim with the others and seemed happy and healthy again. But now she just hides. I think that she's sick again, and I don't think she's getting better.
The other fish know it to, she's become a pariah. They drive her away, nipping at her. Bitey II flares at her whenever he sees her.
I believe that after sticking with me through the roughest of conditions, her time has come. A bucket of icy water awaits her in the next day or so...