Here are pix of the crazy bloodworm-loving carnivores who think that Dinnertime = every time I walk past their tank. As if I’m going to see their little tail-shaking dance at the top of the tank and be so hypnotized by their enthusiasm that I’ll forget that I fed them 37 minutes ago.
I haven’t named them yet. At first the black one and the tigery one were picking on the yellow/silver one and I was afraid he was a goner. But he bounced back, grew the fishie equivalent of balls and is doing fine.
