Tara Lynne and I buried Trés deep in the sands of Coney Island yesterday. We rode our bikes out to the seaside, by way of Bedford Avenue, lined with so many large old houses, with proper yards and driveways-- "real" houses. The day was balmy and pleasant with sun and breezes, and it was a… Continue reading a funeral by the sea
Tres has left these shores. Pi is alone again.
I am simply having a devil of a time taking care of the behemoth fishes these days. Tres somehow managed to injure himself over the weekend; apparently in the wee hours of the night. At feeding time Sunday morning, I noticed he was lying in a corner on the bottom and didn't immediately swim up… Continue reading trouble
after second major water change Thursday came and instead of their water being clear, it was thoroughly cloudy again, and Tres was showing signs of "brown blood" from the overabundance of bacteria and their attendant nitrates. Aigghh!!! So, Friday morning I had to change out a great deal of the water again, and more salt.… Continue reading h20
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