Friday, June 21, 2013
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We've known Bob since he was a little ball rolling around in his mamma's mouth; he is a real fighter. He was born as one of 200 or so baby Tilapia in our in-house fish tank. Feeding time was a free for all; those who ate the fastest grew the fastest. Life can be so competitive. Two days ago we decided that it was time to put the 50 or so living Tilapia out in the big fish tank. Most of the original fish had been eaten by our gold fish or by their own mamma. Bob was about three inches, healthy, and still growing fast.
He lasted about an hour in the big-boy tank. Elaine found him and fetched him in a sadder, but hopefully wiser fish. He must have seriously gotten up in someone's grill, because he is now only two inches long, someone having very unceremoniously removed his entire tail assembly. As I watched him maneuver using side thrusters only, I decided that his name would be Bob, short for Bobtail. But that image grew to include a new profession - Little Bob's De-Tailing. Watching him scoot around the tank like a valiant little soldier, I had to wonder if they make little wheelchairs for the mobility impaired fish community. Oh stop me!
He lasted about an hour in the big-boy tank. Elaine found him and fetched him in a sadder, but hopefully wiser fish. He must have seriously gotten up in someone's grill, because he is now only two inches long, someone having very unceremoniously removed his entire tail assembly. As I watched him maneuver using side thrusters only, I decided that his name would be Bob, short for Bobtail. But that image grew to include a new profession - Little Bob's De-Tailing. Watching him scoot around the tank like a valiant little soldier, I had to wonder if they make little wheelchairs for the mobility impaired fish community. Oh stop me!
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