Tag Archives: Aquarium

Svetlana’s Got Company, Part 1

5 Jan

It was the Christmas week and I never noticed until Wednesday when I spotted two new residents in the little aquarium. The first thing that came to my mind was Svetlana’s got company. Yay.

But as I stared at the two little parrot fishes, fear gripped me. They were not moving! Oh no. I called out to hubby and asked him if there were okay because both of them were huddled in the bottom corner and looking half dead.

He came downstairs and reached his arm in to check and both the fishes startled and had a fright! They were actually sleeping with their eyes open. Silly me and I thought the Russian Betta did them in.

(Embarrassed)…

Tags: , ,

Chat

Bored

26 Nov

M2 claimed that her pet Betta, Svetlana is bored. Bored because the other surviving Betta, my Bubles, has been relocated to the water trough of the water feature wall for its safety. Bubles would not survive if it joined the big boys in the pond. So Svetlana is now all alone in the little aquarium.

Hubby actually feared for Bubles’ life as it looked traumatised and half dead on more than one occasion. Remember the other two Bettas? They didn’t live pass a week old with the Russian killer around.

We have a bored killer Betta all alone and probably a bored Betta under witness protection, all alone too. What do we do?

Tags: ,

Chat

The Russian Killer

9 Nov

When you see a name like Svetlana, one would think ‘Russian’ then ‘spies’, ‘KGB’ and all the intriguing spy plots. Typical stereotype profile. So when you have a fish name Svetlana, it is no different. 

M2’s pet Betta, Svetlana has been labelled the ‘Russian Killer’ because  hubby’s Finney and M1’s yet-to-be-named-Betta were all bitten by her! Their demise was quick and in succession. My Bubles survived the attack thankfully. For how long more, we don’t know.
It looks like we may have to buy another batch of Bettas and pray that Svetlana won’t take them out.

Tough being a fish with a Russian killer around.

Tags: , ,

What to Name Your Fish

15 Oct

With the new aquarium and four new fishes, we were at a loss what to name them as we decided to give the name ‘Bob’ a rest. M2 and I separately checked out websites for ideas; she at bettafishhome.com and I at cuteness.com. My site had 100 popular names for fish and incidentally, Bob IS on the list too, sitting at number 42.

It’s hilarious what we found. In the end, she named her Betta, Svetlana (chortle!) as if it’s Russian or Eastern European when most Bettas are usually Asian especially from Thailand, hence Siamese. 

I decided to go with a less exotic name, Bubles and hubby named his, Finney. The fourth fish remains unnamed. Perhaps we will Skype with M1 for suggestions.

Tags: , , ,

Chat

New Pets Again!

13 Oct

Remember the aquarium we had and a fish called Bob Clayton? Then post-Bob era, all the fishes died? Well, we left the aquarium just filled with only water for the longest time and M2 reminded us that we had pet water.

Over the weekend, the status finally changed! Hubby bought some new fishes; this time some pretty looking Betta, otherwise known as fighting fish and the four new residents are enjoying their new home.

I just hope they last longer than the previous tenants. No decision yet whether to call them Bob or not though.

  

Tags: , ,

Our New Pets!

29 Sep

It is disheartening to note that the little aquarium can’t seem to house the latest batch of fishes. Remember Bob Clayton and the community post-Bob Clayton? All went to pet heaven.

Last week, M2 noticed the state of the aquarium and asked,”Daddy, you have new pets? I see some pet water and pet rocks.” Hardy-har-ha.

Maybe it is better to just let the aquarium be a table decor than what it’s supposed to be.

Pet1

Tags: ,

Thanks Bob Clayton

16 Jan

Image

The community post-Bob Clayton era seems to be doing well. In fact, thriving and happy. So far there has not been any further deaths after his selfless sacrifice except for my phone.

I was admiring the aquarium with its yet-unnamed inhabitants a few days ago and I thought, “Aww… Aren’t you all so pretty!” and decided to take a picture to capture the prettiness, using my iPhone4.

I don’t know what happened exactly but I recall as I was about to swipe the camera from the locked state (of the phone) into action, it did not kick in. Am I that clumsy? I swiped again. And again no response. Then total darkness on the screen!

Horrors! What have I done?! I tried to press the home button. Blackness. I tried the On/Off button. Again blackness. Trying to maintain an unnatural natural calmness in this predicament, I announced, “My phone died.” to hubby and the girls.

“Yay! Mummy can get a new phone!”

“It died?” “How? What happened?”

Obviously there was concern but nobody came rushing forth to comfort me. M2 offered to fiddle with it but confirmed that it was indeed dead. Oh dear. What am I going to do?

Thank goodness the superhero Google Mum in me surfaced and, using the iPad Mini, managed to find the solution to the problem! The iPhone4 has been rescued and up and running fine since. Phew.

Tags: , , , , ,

Bob Clayton Dies!

9 Jan

Right after I wrote about Bob Clayton, the unthinkable struck! Bob Clayton has mysteriously died. Noooooo….. The first thing that came to my mind was ‘The new replacements for our little fish tank did it!’ How dare they? Or could it still be the unsettling of the water? The pH balance not right?

We will never know. RIP Bob Clayton.

Tags: ,

Bob Clayton Lives

7 Jan

We bought a new little aquarium recently. Simply because the little space next to the stairs lately has been calling for a little oomph there; so we decided a little fish home instead of another piece of furniture.

And when you have a little fish home, you got to have some little fish in it. So we bought three little albino tiger barbs and a little hypostomus plecostomus (in plain English, a sucker fish). M2 named the barbs Huey, Dewey and Louie. The plecostomus’ name, however, was debated between ‘Bob’ (to follow the other ‘Bobs’ in the pond) and ‘Clayton’ as suggested by M1. Undecided which name it shall be, the girls compromised and hence, Bob Clayton it became.

Image

Spot Bob!

For some unforeseen reason, Dewey did not lived pass the week and had gone to pet heaven. Then two days later, Louie followed suit, leaving Huey behind. Poor things. Unaware of Louie’s demise, I told the girls when we were out and they asked about Bob. “He’s ok,” I said and the girls sighed in unison, “Bob Clayton lives!”

We have since bought new replacements, yet to be named. Let’s hope they last a little longer.

Tags: ,

Newer Entries →