Oh yes, it’s been stressful and it’s involved Bully Boy, whose “real” name is Amazon.
But not stressful in the beating up the little fish way you might think. No, this is the story of one greedy angelfish and some frozen bloodworms.
The books and experts say that angelfish appreciate the odd bloodworm occasionally. Rather inconveniently they come frozen in ice cube type blocks of multiple bloodworms.
Oh yes I said, give them half a block. Ok said CJ and gave them a whole one. My fault of course for not supervising the process properly.
So when I noticed the next day that Amazon’s belly looked somewhat swollen and his/her behaviour had become uncharacteristically reclusive I wondered what was up. Perhaps imminent spawning? More likely constipation, from overindulgence in bloodworms.
So whilst the silver fish skulked (probably in pain) behind the BAFTA I googled the problem. Constipation seemed the culprit, the cure: skinned, defrosted peas.
If you had told me that I would one day spend some considerable time skinning peas for fish and then fretting over a constipated angelfish attemping to take a giant crap behind a BAFTA, I would have told you to call the men in white coats. But there’s nowt so strange as folk.
NB: The little guppies loved the peas, for footballing purposes! I can’t call them Li and Di now given Argentina’s early exit, but I think Podolski and Schweinsteiger would be a bit of a mouthful.