Scales & Pom's 30 day challenge
Today is the first day of our 30 day challenge. The challenge that we took up was to post one blog post per day about whats going on in our lives or something interesting. Well day one... when the lights came up today we swam around the tank and waited for one of the shadows to come close and feed us. They never did. Swam around for most of the day picking up rocks and eating the algie off them before spitting them out. Oh this is Scales writing right now. Pom is to small to pickup the rocks. She's all about the Tiki idol though. Sometimes I think she's going to swim inside it and never come out.
Oh how rude of me... I haven't introduce myself or my tank partner. I am Scales. I am a 4 year old fair fish. Fair as in the Media County Fair. My owner won me in a game of chance. I guess the object of the game was to toss a large white floating ball into my fish bowl. If the ball goes in... you win! I was the prize. I was a lot smaller back then. There was another fish which was also a prize for tossing the large white ball... but they didn't make it. While in transport in a plastic bag filled with water they were dropped. The bag didn't pop and no water came out... but being dropped from such a height is detrimental to the well being of fish. They died the next day. Sank to the bottom of the tank. Here I always thought then you died you floated up to the great tank in the sky.
Soon after the death of my first tank-mate a new fish arrived. I believe he was called Ruby. He was a wonderfully colored red fish with very wavy fins. I was slightly jealous of him. But he died a few months after arriving too. He got sucked into the vacuum tube that cleans our tank. I never saw him again.
A few weeks later another brightly colored fish like Ruby arrived. They were much smaller than Ruby and I had grown very large by this time. I ate this tank mate. There was pandemonium amounts the shadows outside of the tank. They seemed to believe that she was sucked down the tube while the tank was being cleaned again. I know better. He was tasty but not very filling.
Then a long period in the tank alone. Swimming... back and forth and back and forth. Looking for food. The light above the tank never goes out and the bubbles from the tube at the bottom of the tank never stop. Swimming always swimming always looking. It was during their period that I started to change. When I first came to the tank I was a gray and silver fish. Colored for hiding in rapid waters of my native environment.
Over time I started to turn black from the ammonia build up in the tank from all the excess food & waste. Yes waste. I swim in my own toilet. Things can get pretty darn disgusting in here. Water changes were far and few between. So the ammonia build up caused me to turn black and not a natual black but a BURNT black. I lost my shinny silver luster. This didn't last. A week or so of being black and my color started to change again to the bright orange that I am today. The traditional color of a gold fish. Bright orange. Nope not gold. That's always puzzled me. I'm not gold yet I'm a gold fish.
I've got to get back to flipping over some rocks and swimming around with Pom, so I'm going to sign off now. Tomorrow I'll introduce Pom and tell you of the time the great new tank arrived.
Oh how rude of me... I haven't introduce myself or my tank partner. I am Scales. I am a 4 year old fair fish. Fair as in the Media County Fair. My owner won me in a game of chance. I guess the object of the game was to toss a large white floating ball into my fish bowl. If the ball goes in... you win! I was the prize. I was a lot smaller back then. There was another fish which was also a prize for tossing the large white ball... but they didn't make it. While in transport in a plastic bag filled with water they were dropped. The bag didn't pop and no water came out... but being dropped from such a height is detrimental to the well being of fish. They died the next day. Sank to the bottom of the tank. Here I always thought then you died you floated up to the great tank in the sky.
Soon after the death of my first tank-mate a new fish arrived. I believe he was called Ruby. He was a wonderfully colored red fish with very wavy fins. I was slightly jealous of him. But he died a few months after arriving too. He got sucked into the vacuum tube that cleans our tank. I never saw him again.
A few weeks later another brightly colored fish like Ruby arrived. They were much smaller than Ruby and I had grown very large by this time. I ate this tank mate. There was pandemonium amounts the shadows outside of the tank. They seemed to believe that she was sucked down the tube while the tank was being cleaned again. I know better. He was tasty but not very filling.
Then a long period in the tank alone. Swimming... back and forth and back and forth. Looking for food. The light above the tank never goes out and the bubbles from the tube at the bottom of the tank never stop. Swimming always swimming always looking. It was during their period that I started to change. When I first came to the tank I was a gray and silver fish. Colored for hiding in rapid waters of my native environment.
Over time I started to turn black from the ammonia build up in the tank from all the excess food & waste. Yes waste. I swim in my own toilet. Things can get pretty darn disgusting in here. Water changes were far and few between. So the ammonia build up caused me to turn black and not a natual black but a BURNT black. I lost my shinny silver luster. This didn't last. A week or so of being black and my color started to change again to the bright orange that I am today. The traditional color of a gold fish. Bright orange. Nope not gold. That's always puzzled me. I'm not gold yet I'm a gold fish.
I've got to get back to flipping over some rocks and swimming around with Pom, so I'm going to sign off now. Tomorrow I'll introduce Pom and tell you of the time the great new tank arrived.
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