Before (minus the rocks and anubias on the right I took out before I remembered to take a pic)
And after
Louie stylin. Needs another giant sword behind his new mangrove roots. Not sure if I’ll leave it like this- the piece on the far right is meant to be a centerpiece and vertical. But it needs water logged more after soaking in the bathtub overnight. Annnnnnd it might be too tall.
But I was right. Louie definitely loves this new little cave
How many pufferfishs do you guys have? And any that are none puffs?
THAT IS THE QUESTION LOL
I've done posts like these before, but this is an updated, condensed one complete with collage!
These are our current puffs: Bonk the F8, (4 yrs), Burd the GSP (8 yrs), Yamuel the Potato (2 yrs), Blips (x 10, collectively almost 2 yrs), and Waldo the baby fahaka (2 months). They all have their own tag which is just "(name) Feesh." or "The Blips" If you want to see them all at once, check the tag "Gen and Mike's puffers"
We have had several bettas though Mike (justifiably) put a moratorium on that species some years back. We have a community tank of gold dust platies (The Guy Fieris), 2 honey gouramis (Soup and Lemon), 2 mollies and a pair of Bulgarian Seal Point Angelfish (Bluecifer and Blillith)- their tag is "Pond Tank." We have 9 axolotls as well- Bibz, Meatball, Noice and their children- Vector, Pixel, Rigatoni, Pasta, and Robit, all tagged Gen and Mike's Lotls
I have been keeping puffers for a decade now, so a few of our other sweet departed babies below. We lost Louie most recently in Oct 2023 and I miss him desperately. He was almost a foot long. Waldo has big fins to fill. Feather was my very first puffer, and is tattooed on my left arm! I will probably get a Louie Tat some day too.
fun fact Louie does this because puffers blow jets of water into crevices to hunt food. Louie knows his food comes from the surface, so he blurbles at us hopefully sometimes.
My heart hurts so much, guys. I’d give anything to bring him back. This isn’t fair. We were supposed to have so much more time…I should have been able to save him.
He watched movies with me.
He wanted to eat Mike’s hair.
He never ever tried to bite us.
We played chase. We played peek a boo. We sat together and just enjoy each other’s company.
We buried him out front. He’s so much of my identity. I had so much pride in the care and home we’d given him, how big and beautiful and healthy he was.