It is such a pretty morning that I had to grab the camera and go wandering in the yard in my jammies and slippers. The neighbors are used to this by now. These are the last of the crocus for this year – looking all soft and beautiful in the foggy light.
And the mystery solved? Meet Lois: If you look in the comments on Wednesday’s post, you see that a reader de-lurked to help me out. Thanks anonymous – I really appreciate your help. I had no idea where to look, or what to look for in determining who might be the culprit in this little soap opera. But now that I know, it is quite obvious that Louie is a girl fish. I hope Mark will understand the necessity for changing her name.
So the lady at the fish store obviously made a mistake. I can’t be mad at her though, because in the course of helping me find the fishy equipment that I needed, she told me that my hair looks “fantastic”. She wanted to know if I color it myself [yes], if I’m a hairdresser [no], and what color it is [L’Oreal Preference 6G]. Her own hair looked really nice, so I felt quite complimented. Our mutual admiration apparently caused her to not look closely enough in dipping out my fishies.
And – there are not just two surviving babies, but at least four. They are too small and too elusive for me to get a photo of them, but as are all baby creatures, they are very cute. I’m amazed they are still alive, but they manage to find hiding places among the bigger river rocks in the tank, and now the bigger fish seem to pretty much ignore them.
So while, as Larry so elegantly put it, she was “knocked up” when we brought her home, Rico [now that I know where to look] is definitely a boy fish, so there is nothing to stop them from continuing to reproduce. She looks like quite the hussy to me.