Over the weekend, I tackled the chore that stresses me out the most – cleaning the fish tank. I traumatized one of the fish the last time I cleaned out the tank, and it took him almost a week to recover. I worried about him constantly, and I just didn’t think I could handle it again.
Our two Bettas live harmoniously in a small tank with a divider. Swimmy-Blue-Fin (his name changes a lot) would spend a lot of time flaring at Bubbles, who began flaring back. James thought this was too stressful for the fish, and he suggested separate tanks for them.
It so happens that I had two clear plastic boxes that I got as a kind of party favor at the last all-day crop. I had a feeling they would make perfect homes for our pets. Wouldn’t you know, it worked out tremendously. The transfer went very smoothly, and no signs of trauma. I think they like their new homes. What a relief!
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