The New Fish

Eva absolutely loves animals.  Whenever we go out to the car, she wants to chase the stray cats.  She likes looking out the window at the birds, and loves looking at animals in books or on the internet.  So a week ago, we went to one of the fish shops to purchase a small tank and a couple of fish.  The tank came with four fish of our choice, and we decided to purchase a couple others.  Here were our purchase:

• Black Moor gold fish (bug eyed black fish) 
• A creepy white fish (I still don't know what it is) 
• two tiger fish
• two "angel" fish
• A gold fish 
• a fighter fish. 

The lady didn't say anything about them not going together, or about them not getting along, so I didn't think anything of our fish choice until a) my sister-in-law informed me that we would have problems and b) a friend told me that the tank was WAY too small for 8 fish.  (though I seem to remember A LOT of fish in the tank in Finding Nemo). 

Sure enough, we had problems.  

First, one of the angel fish was dumb enough to get himself stuck twice in the foliage.  He eventually died.  Then the tiger fish, angel fish and creepy white fish started picking at the Black Moor.  He lost an eye before he kicked the bucket.  They then started picking on the fighter fish.  That guy didn't deserve the title "fighter".  He was kind of a pansy.  Now they seem to have reached a happy equilibrium.  I've also since learned some tank-care things that will hopefully keep the rest of them alive.  As long as the gold fish stays alive, that would be great.  

Eva loves them, though.  The tank is right at her height, so she'll watch them in the morning (more accurately, yell at them), and she "helps" me feed them in the afternoons.  Her help consists of trying to get her fingers into the fish food and eating it herself.  I need to teach her how to feed the fish soon.  But all in all, she seems to enjoy them, which was the purpose in the first place.  Thank you for your sacrifices, Black Moore, Angel Fish and Fighter Fish.