Fish talk
Cuba is doing very well now. His popeye was fixed in a matter of days, and after his tail-eating incident I gave him a Mela Fix treatment and his tail grew back (mostly). I'm still giving him a lower dose of Mela Fix, and hopefully the tail will get even bigger and more beautiful than before.
Holly was an excellent betta buy. She has an amazing personality. Despite being female, and supposedly therefore less aggressive, she's 100x more active and aggressive than Cuba. That's saying a lot, because Cuba is not a passive guy. At first I worried that all that activity may be because she came from the pet store with Ick, but she's definitely healthy. She just enjoys swimming up and down the height of her tank all the time, nipping at her reflection, and dancing with Cuba through the glass while showing her vertical "egg stripes." He loves dancing with her too, and his color has brightened up quite a bit since she's been around. He seems like a completely different fish. No more hiding in the plants when someone presents a finger -- he tries to nip at it now.
That's something cute that Holly started, I think. The first time I tried to feed her, she didn't seem to notice the pellets hovering on top of the water. So, I stuck my finger in the lid, about an inch above the water level, to guide her over. Instead of noticing the pellets, she jumped out of the water and bit my finger! This has became a game for us: I wiggle my finger above the water level, she jumps and latches on and hangs that way for a few seconds before letting me go. I suspect that if I switched to slightly larger pellets I could teach her to eat them out of my hand.
A lot of people seem to think that I'm not at all a caring, maternal person simply because I'm choosing (rightly so, considering my health issues) not to give live birth. As though adoption is such a less responsible and nurturing option. (Yes, because taking on an unwanted child of another person is SO MUCH LESS caring than having my own child and thus passing down a multitude of health problems, endangering the life of the child and myself during the pregnancy and birth, and contributing to the already too large population. That's logic, right there.) But the few of those people who have seen the way I obsess over the health and happiness of my fish are having a hard time keeping up that opinion. My fish might as well be my babies. I spend money I don't even really have to buy medication for them, when other people say, "Eh, it's just a fish, they just drop dead all the time anyway, so why treat it?" I spend at least two hours a week cleaning and maintaining their tanks, and countless hours just watching them and checking them for signs of distress. When I bought Cuba on October 29 of last year, I didn't expect that he'd become my little fish friend rather than just an on-a-whim pet. I didn't really expect to love Holly as much as I do either. They're such amazing little animals... And I'm glad I have them in my life.
