Guppy Love
My son tells me he wants to breed guppies. In fact, Grandma broke out all of Grandpa’s old fish-raising and -keeping gear and there was a breeder box in there! Who knew such a thing existed! It’s a clear plastic cube, with two compartments.
“You clip this onto the side, see? You put the mom and the dad in there,” (may I interrupt, please, to say that I have no idea if ours are indeed male/female? One of the guppies does look a little preggers, though) “they have the eggs, they fall through the bottom, see?” (He shows me the slats.) “Then the dad fertilizes them and you have babies! We’ll need another tank.”
Steve: “What do they do to get in the mood? Drink a little wine? Play some Barry White? I’ve been thinking of you all day, baby…“
We had babies once in our old, smaller, regular tank. It was nearly impossible to keep them from being, ummmm, eaten by the other fish. So careful.
July 25th, 2008 | #
Vixen it is just going to have to be survival of the fittest in there.
July 25th, 2008 | #
The things that kids bring into our lives, huh? We are on the fast track to a hamster when we get back form our vacation.
July 26th, 2008 | #